Bed

Clock watching 8 hour watching wasting all the day
Hands are sticking life is ticking ticking all away
Mind numbing tedium fucks in the head
Why should I bother to get out of bed

I'll stay there instead recumbent and fed
Bed – stay safely in bed do sod all instead

It's all gone weird again just as I feared again

Suffocating times dilating stretched out fit to break
Numbs my senses in all tenses no more piss to take
Preserved in medium like something dead
Burn all this paper and go back to Bed
And stay there instead of losing the thread
Bed – ghosts glide through my head
Of words left unsaid

Always nodding stupid sodding people dressed in gray
"Yes Sir No Sir 3 bags full Sir" each and every day
Major Misanthropy shouts 'til he's red
I wish the knobhead would go back to bed.
And stay there instead of doing in my head
Bed – I'll go back to bed
And tell them I'm dead