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www.djburnham.com, Poetry written i n the 1990's, Poetry, Lyrics, Prose, David Burnham, D.J. Burnham, Dave Burnham

 

King Commute

The pinstripes and cases,
Dress their purpose,
Islands of souls,
With empty curses,
To run the rat race,
To ride iron horses,
Do you feel in touch,
In the faceless circus?

You've lost your mind,
You've lost your roots,
When you turn all you find,
Are uniformed suits,
In the daily grind,
Oh, King Commute.

Badges and cards,
Spoil the greeting,
Though you'll try real hard,
At the company meeting,
But the world's through the window,
Not round the table,
So when you walk it and you breath it,
Will you be able?

You've lost your mind,
You've lost your roots,
When you turn all you find,
Are uniformed suits,
In the daily grind,
Oh, King Commute.

You're up before dawn,
And back after dusk,
Impaled for all time,
On the tower's tusk,
They'll wipe the floor,
With your endless rush,
You're industry's whore,
The Underground's hush.

You've lost your mind,
You've lost your roots,
When you turn all you find,
Are uniformed suits,
In the daily grind,
Oh, King Commute.

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