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)
- Published: February 20th, 2017 13:00
- Category: Unclassified
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Comments2
Great write
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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