Time to think

mirrorman7

We work to pay things to keep us sane
But that work causes stress for our brain
All things around me are materialistic
Why do I actually need if I'm being realistic

Yeah I need a house a roof over my head
But how much did I spend on that comfy bed spread

So I grab that overpriced coffee to make the day start somewhat ok
Times 3 quid by two every working day

Think if someone said no coffee but work less
Would that give me that little bit l less stress

But take away caffeine and I can't cope
I wonder what the salary is for the pope

Like some jobs just seem a bit out of kilter, someone who fights crime and saves lives gets less then a builder.

But I guess life is supply and demand, that's why footballs can dictate and command

Like I'm no communist just making you think with this song
but I guess we need to focus on what's gone wrong

Like how can you step over him in the street and then go spend 8 quid on Maccy D.

Yeah I know you worked hard and you pay your tax
But you don't know his story maybe one day your train will be off tracks

I suppose I'm just getting at, you don't know what's in store
So think about it next time you are a judgment whore

Like I type this on my iPhone,
While I say sorry no change to someone with no home

I'm not being a twat I genuinely have none
I suppose we have technology to thank mate it's all becoming undone

Like a world with no cash is not far away
And I don't think the homeless with have a chip and pin some day

So I guess the world sucks and it's easy to see
But guess who can change it... yeah you and me

  • Author: mirrorman7 (Offline Offline)
  • Published: February 20th, 2017 13:00
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • Tony36

    Great write

  • Elbeanzio

    Great to read. If you haven't seen "fight club" I'm sure you'll enjoy it. I have a feeling you e already seen it.... 👍



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