Dying of the Light

Dancing and Dying

We dance this dance

Pushing and pulling

Swearing and crying 

Eating and shitting

Fucking –

And then laughing. 

We work and we work – and then we work some more

Prisoners in our fancy office cells 

Backs hurting, fingers aching – and all for what?

For plastic notes

And metal little coins

Then we go home

And we gape on like monkeys at our screens 

Too tired – to think 

Too numb – to feel

We stare and we stare

And then we stare some more

At people with blown up lips

And hyena laughs

And lusty calves.

We eat shit – day in day out

Wrapped in shiny coloured wrappers, with bright bold letters

Full of poison and colours – killing us slowly 

Day in day out

And then we gape some more

At our blue plastic screens

Scrolling mindlessly with our opposable thumbs – what use are they now? 

Then we fuck and sweat

Swear and scream

We go on until our eyes are sore and our brains feel numb

Until we are tired –

Of this whole fucking dance

Then we drift off to sleep 

Like babies once more –

At peace for a moment

Before the shrieking metal phone

Screams and drags us out 

For another fucking dance.