Linger on for the electric din
Oh, menial hum
A day gone dumb
Days and days and days
All lined up neat and pretty like Doberman teeth
No bite
Forty-winks in a dead mouth set agape
Thirty-nine laps left
Thirty-eight.
Just out here razing homes for the hell of it
It’s the full run around
Lights left on and all
Hours still to collect and cull
With my jaw perpetually clenched
And eyes impatient prisoners to a finer city skyline
Lets find someone to kill the inane whirr
Or do it ourselves
Before the dogs stir
Turning spastic
And stupid as that damned droning whine like a little boy-brat left to pine
For days and days and days
Damn the din and her curdled twin the hum,
Nearly noiseless noises…
I swear they’ll carve a crack through this glass hill one day
But I’d still be bored either way
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