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In a Suit
Teachers train you to forget,
bosses think they’re
heaven sent,
and family pressures
dress you down in brand names.
In a suit
and on the lamb,
from contracts written
in their hand,
a school, a job, a life
you can’t escape from.
Expecting dreams
to fade in time,
expounding you
to fall in line,
and kill the voice
that makes your mind
your own.
In a suit
and out of hope,
I kill my senses just to cope
with senseless streams
of un-burnt smoke
and mirrors.
bosses think they’re
heaven sent,
and family pressures
dress you down in brand names.
In a suit
and on the lamb,
from contracts written
in their hand,
a school, a job, a life
you can’t escape from.
Expecting dreams
to fade in time,
expounding you
to fall in line,
and kill the voice
that makes your mind
your own.
In a suit
and out of hope,
I kill my senses just to cope
with senseless streams
of un-burnt smoke
and mirrors.
Published 4th Sep 2013
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4th Sep 2013 5:57pm
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"In a suit
and out of hope,
I kill my senses just to cope
with senseless streams
of un-burnt smoke
and mirrors."
Conforming to society is a murderer of all senses.
Nice scribe (:
"In a suit
and out of hope,
I kill my senses just to cope
with senseless streams
of un-burnt smoke
and mirrors."
Conforming to society is a murderer of all senses.
Nice scribe (:
23rd Jan 2014 5:54am
