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All Of The Worst. Bradley Grimes
Morning, daylight streaming in
You catch those first rays before you begin to sin
Eyes starting to flutter
Pull the string and close the shutter
The clock reads five
Its time to become alive
One foot on the ground
Your head is going around
Shower, Shave, Brush
It used to be such a rush
Now it has become boring
And you’ve noticed your snoring
Button up the shirt and ready to go
Out the door and into the flow
This is your life
It’s become an everyday strife
Car chokes on
Now your gone
Zooming down the roads
In full zombie mode
Watch out, Intersection up ahead
The stop sign you’ve come to dread
Waiting your turn in line
Its no longer just fine
Your desk is now a prison cell
A persistent, 72 degree hell
Files and paper need completed
Lunch your promised will be treated.
The morning paper arrives
You see people have lost their lives
Trying to save the day
“For what?” you say
Your boss says we need to talk
He must have been watching like a hawk
He says “I’m sorry”
I’m giving your job to laurie
Damn. Shit. Fuck.
“I’m running out of luck
My rent is overdue
That’s It I’m through”
You head off to car
It won’t make it far
It needs a new brake
Your head begins to ache
The repair man says it will be a hundred
“Was he lying?” you wondered
You handed him the money
Something just seemed funny
Off you went to your dwelling
You need to stop yelling
Things will get better
Except for that debt letter
Your front door is locked
Your access blocked
So you call your super
He says “See ya later trooper”
Its time to go to the bar
This day has been pretty bazaar
Time to drink away
Of course you’ll have to pay
Your pockets are empty
But don’t worry I’ve brought plenty
Sit down and drink a few
Let the problems become askew
Where are you going
You direction is not showing
Down the street and up a block
Right down towards the dock
Today hasn’t been that bad
Your emptiness is making me sad
You can stay at my place
You look like a disgrace
Hey what don’t get up there
Your giving me quite a scare
It’s a long drop
Please just stop
Yes officer I saw him jump
His body made a tremendous thump
Yes there he had been drinking
He just wasn’t thinking
Yes I’ve been drinking too
It was some pretty good brew
No of course I didn’t push him
The thought of that is pretty grim
Where are you taking me
I’m innocent can’t you see
He jumped on his own
It’s obvious he wasn’t thrown
Ten years I was given
Insanity I was driven
And then I exposed the lie
My friend was pushed by I.
They have me strapped in chair
And the priest has come to say a prayer
“Ascend into heaven “
And the switch was flicked at a quarter to seven
White Gates I am before
Its one gigantic door
I am told not to come in
My patience is growing thin
Now I’m down below
I promise there’s not a flake of snow
Cutting away at rock forever
This has been the worst day ever
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