My desk is by the window covered with cat hair
A short leg on my chair makes it wobble when I sit
They offer me no hints, no answers, no this is it
So I go to check the frig, but find there only air
Everywhere I ride my bike with two flat tires
To my local supermarketdrugstorebankcafe
Where I can find everything I want, they say
If all my needs in life can be filled by pretty liars
So I stock up on sundries, coffee, drugs and booze
True essentials to keep this, my time-filled life so sunny
Especially true now because I have so little money
Oh wait, it seems there’s nothing left to buy my food
At least the local water still seems to come for free
Fracked, I know, I know; I’ll always get a bill to pay
So I’ll light them both to heat my house and pray
I’ll eke out yet another wasted day, sans fee
I hear you laugh, chortle, snigger, snort and giggle
No fee, you say. How can you be such simple fools
We pay in stress, strain, hunger, fear: the system rules
On an angler’s hook from which we cannot wriggle
But wait, the bookstorebakerycardshopbookie tempts
To bring distraction, craving, condolences and hope
As we trade our sense and savvy for the latest soup or soap
We all will wait there end to end; no one can be exempt
Here I wait my turn midst commerce’s jangling ring
Hearing what they say to do, to buy, to be, to think
Struggling against the beast, ever closer to the brink
Hoping my feeble cries will others to their senses bring
If voice joins with voice, strength to strength together
Until we reach the tipping point; it’s out there, never fear
Their water cannons cannot wash us all away, my dear
Till the high pressure that we bring results in better weather
So now the cat hair’s on my pants, the drapes, the floor
My wayward chair shimmed level with a random bill
I don’t believe it said past due, though not long until it will
My words to send, flashing through the air, to add a little more