Yet another morning like so many others
The day is pretty old already
I try to accept the idea
that I have to get up
That I have to get up.
I'm shuffling my way to the coffee maker.
I'm feeling like crap, looking for the meaning of life
I take a peek at the street below.
People have given up looking at each other.
Nothing changed much since yesterday.
The same junkie stuck begging in front of the café
The same lame tramp clasping a bottle of booze to her crutch.
The same busy drives piling up
and bumping each other down my block.
(chorus x2)
Me, in the mean time,
I'm having a nice cup of java
While I consider all this,
I whisper to myself:
"Why does it go this way ?
Why does it go that way ?
And la la la and bla bla bla"
A moment later, the phone rings.
It's my cousin Bécassine
who just got kicked out of her factory.
She dumps her problems on me.
I ask her what's up and she goes:
"You're not listening to me!
You taking the piss or what?
I'm so messed up
The IRS is breathing down my neck
I can't even afford a handbag
and my boyfriend is dumping me!
What's this bloody life? A joke or a swindle?"
Feels good to have a family to get things off your chest
I hang up and grab my keys
to go and check the mail.
Let's see, what do we have here?
A loving letter from the unemployment insurance
telling me I'm broke.
That's a rather posh start!
Pompous middle-class twats
rehearsing United Nations' waffle
chatting about famine
while fixing makeup on their pretty faces
"We are infested with riffraff!"
I fume against quick viruses,
the economics of these empty skinflints.
These bears gambling on stock exchange,
plagued by buying fever
sprawled on their piles of money.
But these animals are not prowling my street.
They are safe in their zoo,
protected by an army of blockheads.
And I just muse over all this,
still standing at my window.
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Gavin
木, 10/11/2016 - 12:28
sandring
That's actually quite good. Very true to the feelings of a growing part of the population.