No Time

working on a cure
for the bored
inspiration for those
wearing
homogenous clothes
heading to the shore
in convertible droves

those betrothed
for reasons unknown
together
but still alone

heading to
the office
in a carpool
stuck with a boss
whipped like a fool
tied to the cubicle
till after eight

no one noticing
that you work late

with a paycheck
that ain't so great

you raise the
debt ceiling
and lose
your feeling

mind
and heart
becoming numb
wondering
if you've always
been dumb

too smart
to play this part
must oppress
your thought
do what
you've beent taught

working away
your dreams
and your time

working away
till you've parted
with your mind
sold it the company
that paid for house
that feeds the people
you don't get to see

feeds you and me
but not our hearts
sold it to the man
who keeps us apart