Zigzag Man

Rain, nothing but rain It’s raining so hard it sounds like A round of applause If only that were true And I received such adulation But I am an imposter A poser A man lost in the motions Of life. I sleep, to wake, to dress In the morning Put on my pants and walk to work Passing the trenches were the blue Collars are hunched over their work I have a laptop I am smart I talk on my smartphone to no one Just pretend to be making a big deal That’s what’s important One day I’ll get a bicycle And then I can move fast I’ll zigzag between the losers that are walking I’ll have my Bluetooth device hooked up And stuck in my ear Like Buck Rogers in the not so distant past Resume on line Monster, Dice, all the big head hunters They all want me I get emails from Indians all over the world “Six month contract owner desperate, need network Guru.” I am your man…well at least for three months Then I’ll be on my way But hey I got free airfare, meals, and a room My closet is full of black clothes I am your best friend Can I bum a smoke? I am a modern man I own nothing and everything See you at the office Or maybe on the street But you can be sure of one thing I am fast on my feet.