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I think I lost the plot on this one
Dustpans and ashtrays filled with burning photos
Bones will bleach in sunshine
Weak and tired from years of boredom
I think I lost the plot on this one this time
This snidely smiling company
Breathes idley chokes on nicotine
Sees eyelids whide craving caffine
Sleeps lightly then crawls back to it's feet
Speaking staccato
And preaching bravado
Of quiet dissention
I want some attention
A t.shirt a statement
No need to be flagrant
A youthful convention
I want some attention
A reflex a kneejerk
Complaining about work
Frustration, my pension
I want some attention
A muttered legato
A personal motto
Did I not just mention
I want some attention
This nightly outpouring of grief
Is widely boring and routine
Sit quietly until it's time to leave
Speak lightly hope to find some relief
Stay awake and breath aloud
Turn the page and rip it out
Find yourself underground
Find a way to dig yourself out
Sick, tired, bored beyond belief
Hotwired, born to ways so illegitimate
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