Treadmill


Tryin’ hard not to think, about life’s broken promises,
I was a stupid blind believer full of vinegar and piss.
Ridin’ my moral high horse, swallowed the party line,
livin’ the American dream in a life that wasn’t mine.
Gettin’ deeper in debt, workin’ ’round the o’clock,
there’s no rest for the wicked at the school of hard knocks.

There’s no end in sight, no true free will.
Stop the world I want off, this never endin’

Treadmill.

Slavin’ away just to stay, on the same stinkin’ spot,
watch your muscles decay feel your young mind rot.
The grand plans that you shelved, to feed a cuckoo’s mouth,
collectin’ decades of dust, ‘n’y’still shackled to a plough.

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Like a well-guarded secret, a few break the net,
but most waste their life toilin’ for paper debt.

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©18.10.2018 Andrew Robert Chapman

All your plans that you shelved, to feed a cuckoo’s mouth,


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