06-02-2014, 09:45 AM
I’m working nights with brain-dead oafs
who live to smoke on break;
they’re rough and tumble friendly folks,
but I just can’t relate.
I don’t hack darts or throw my fists
or scrounge for strange between my shifts,
I write and sing and cry inside instead.
who live to smoke on break;
they’re rough and tumble friendly folks,
but I just can’t relate.
I don’t hack darts or throw my fists
or scrounge for strange between my shifts,
I write and sing and cry inside instead.

