the Kingdom of Leisure

It’s the children of like age

Who specifically rip my heart to shreds

The ‘missing’ is incomprehensible

Yet the relief of being off duty

Only serves guilt in grotesque portions



Yeah, you didn’t receive a tip

Because you shorted me a penny

If you have the temper for it

Mass transportation is a viable alternative



Jitter fumbling phones

Suits, suits and more suits

I cannot stand the sight of

The standard-issue sell-out motherfuckers



The devil in me is the devil in us all

It’s us as a company of

It’s not ‘they,’ it’s ‘us’

You have to be careful with your team



Caught out in the proverbial rain

Like an addiction to Jesus Christ

At least that’s the company line

In the company of converts