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A Job to Die For?
Chasing the tails of the thoughts round my head
Sweat tattered hair in a dream addled bed
Fingers in ears humming fret threads away
Palpitations, breath racing, oh yey! a new day.
Stripped of control, coping gold leaf thin
Tootling off round the nice tight bend
Game face is melting, watch out for the cracks
Fought life for this me and I want it back!
Disbelief, fury and tiredness by turns
Is there no bloody end to the grinding churn
Good days mistrusted then bad days withstood
Willfully, nastily, misunderstood
How much is enough? Burned body or mind?
Institutionalised daftness and soft focus lies
Good human nature - you daft trusting cow
Time for the brakes? I'd say just about now.
Too risky to leave? Too risky to stay!
Words my headstone will NOT say;
She stood by the job while it used her all up
A faithful old workhorse, goodbye and bad luck.
