Living days in perfunctory anxiety
Missing the bus, most of the times
Building worlds within worlds
Pointing all furniture toward the TV
Waiting for that day of the week
When you can say, that
My day has been bad enough
To deserve a smoke
Cooking, chopping vegetables
Peeling vegetables
The same condiments, in every meal
Yellow mildly disgusting food
Walking, looking at your toes
Stealing eye contact
Being mum, containing poetry
Caging prose
Coating hours with abandoned love
Soaking minutes in sunlight
Chasing cabs, chasing autos
Wading through knee deep flood waters
Fiddling for change
Running out of money
Thinking you're poor
What have you done, nothing
Except watch TV and shirk
Watch TV and shirk
And live in this perfunctory anxiety
Waiting to go kaput
Prequel here
Missing the bus, most of the times
Building worlds within worlds
Pointing all furniture toward the TV
Waiting for that day of the week
When you can say, that
My day has been bad enough
To deserve a smoke
Cooking, chopping vegetables
Peeling vegetables
The same condiments, in every meal
Yellow mildly disgusting food
Walking, looking at your toes
Stealing eye contact
Being mum, containing poetry
Caging prose
Coating hours with abandoned love
Soaking minutes in sunlight
Chasing cabs, chasing autos
Wading through knee deep flood waters
Fiddling for change
Running out of money
Thinking you're poor
What have you done, nothing
Except watch TV and shirk
Watch TV and shirk
And live in this perfunctory anxiety
Waiting to go kaput
Prequel here
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