It’s the children of like age
Who specifically rip my heart to shreds
The ‘missing’ is incomprehensible
Yet the relief of being off duty
Only serves guilt in grotesque portions

Yeah, you didn’t receive a tip
Because you shorted me a penny
If you have the temper for it
Mass transportation is a viable alternative

Jitter fumbling phones
Suits, suits and more suits
I cannot stand the sight of
The standard-issue sell-out motherfuckers

The devil in me is the devil in us all
It’s us as a company of
It’s not ‘they,’ it’s ‘us’
You have to be careful with your team

Caught out in the proverbial rain
Like an addiction to Jesus Christ
At least that’s the company line
In the company of converts