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happy hour (Lyric) by Limness
avert your eyes and please push 6
the nothing in here so thick it sticks
so loud it screams; they move away
when i get in they've nothing to say
big brass doors slide smoothly shut
carry me up not out of this rut
open to acres of tessellated grey
tethered to my cube is where i'll stay
my price is this: i must be numb
while working
while earning
i must succumb
to drudge, to facts
checked out gotten back
cruch digits place calls
chatter heard over walls
slung low
hung in rows
so everyone will know
if you work
or if you play
sitting listless
i listen all day
to her calls to him
they're on a limb
that's going to break
she's got a new date
lined up for tonight
no wrong no right
hormonal confusion
intended delusion
i'll fade them all out
all of their doubts
i'm not like them
so idle so dim
when i hear that whine
the high-pitched drone
a coded agenda
i'm never alone
i know i am slipping
i wish i was gone
so this is how it feels
to work at the top
the happiest hour
is the one when you stop
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