Mainstream America
A new day has awaken
And with raw
Emotions
You stretch and yawn
While curtains are drawn
Just once you willfully wish
To stagger back
To your place of slumber
And not feel so outnumbered
By the roar of thunder
The cars and buses make
Making your conscious
Wander and care
Just a brake
From
A day without hurling down the stairs
Into the buses
Driven by madmen
Driven by fear
Packed in like sardines
Faces riddled
With a long silent stare
If only I could turn off
The switch
And ditch
The day
But I guess
I have to wait
Till Saturday
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