long ago and far away
i had nothing much to say
my head was largely void of thought
and ambition i had not
i cared not for wealth or fame
or whether anyone knew my name
my brain was not consumed by fire
i had only one desire
and that was never to be tossed
with all the other damned and lost
into society’s swirling deep
and have to - earn my keep
o my fellows, can you say
who invented the working day?
who put chains upon our souls
and cast us in these rigid roles
i should have lived on grass and seeds
hidden in society’s weeds
slept in benches, or in a box
rather than endure the pox
of rising every day at six
to perform employment’s tricks
in a cage of glass and steel
lashed to mammon’s iron wheel
the wheel once started, how to stop?
turn, turn, until you drop
like a feather into the abyss
was there something that i missed?
