While Caesar Watches For Brutus Part One
The world is so mechanical
It is so scientific
It's getting to be so-so difficult
Everything works at a fingers touch
Everything is speeded up too much
Neon lights the night
Smog darkens the sunlight
Time is to the seconds
While details are at a multitude
There are directions for directions
And everything is divided up into sections
You need explanations for instructions
And a new twist to get a tax deduction
If you lose your will you pop a pill
Medications save you from destruction
Then therapy to help you get off medication
The cause of your self destruction
Media gives you all the world's information
But the more you dig it's just trifle sensation
Your health care is cancel but you got a job
Your new premiums show you got robbed
You seek new religion for truth, while your Bible collects dust
You try anything that makes you feel good, do as you must
Your always consulting a specialist
Paying a fortune to a shrink who says "Do as you wish"
Your tablet is on the brink
Your water is toxic what do you drink?
The new batteries dead so is your car
You watch the bus leave you from afar
The evolving doors stuck
You begin to swear like Donald Duck
The world knows your a muck-always out of luck
The elevators down you have to walk
You answer the phone a computer begins to talk
You live in a world of grey glass and steel
And you begin to wonder what is real
You can never plan
You never left school-it's always homework and exams
You eat out of a vending machine
Munching on a diet of chips and sodas like it was fine cuisine
Your Walter Mitty lost in a daydream
You download workout videos with plastic
You wear clothing that's elastic
It seems everyone else's life is fantastic
Your iphone won't work for static
You drink coffee like an addict
You dress to impress
But your paycheck seems less
You never get a break
But everyone is on the take
You work all day and can't sleep at night
You go home to love ones to only fight
And you awaken to a feeling you just can't go on
Then you scream to yourself what's it's all about
I've had enough I want out
You find yourself out on a ledge
You finally done it-you've reached the edge
You look down and see all the people running out
Then you hear the death chants as the crowd shouts
A priest and a policeman are trying to coax you in
You got a speeding ticket and are Baptist, why trust them?
Jump and it's over, Jump and it ends
(continued While Caesar watches for Brutus Part two)
Copyright © Fritz Purdum | Year Posted 2014
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