Light the kettle

Good morning to the rising firer flies
Chasing Apollo’s chariot across the skies
Coordinated like alarms alerting charging cells to another day
Riddled with monotonous procedural by ways
The perpetual stream of steadfast hooves
Shuffling in limbo, shackled to bandwagons
Has got folks feeling like domesticated concrete jungle mules
Living the blues, trying to save up enough to buy a horse shoe
Watching the ticker: grandfather clock spins your digits
With the Grim reaper behind the picture awaiting to remove your spirit
It’s the double whammy ticking time bomb terrorist attack
Be on the winning side, to receive a welcome kick-back
Or mayhap the cadaver that failed to react like the tardiest bird to miss the biggest catch
The flood gates burst when the carbon drones awake to plough the fields as on paydays
And that just on a Monday
Okay, it’s a five day weekly pledge
Droids working for the urge to breath yet again
With loose scruples floating above the thinning edge
Be poised, nothings ever been cheap
And don’t be another rat caught in a corner
Trying to run the race of your life
To then end up as a trauma ray casualty with a broken spine
It’s better to keep your shovel in the dirt
Where accomplishment is duly well earned
Of course, it stays off-course
Like thumb sucking prestige with equivocation talk
I heard that the pearly-gates welcome all
If so, truly it begs the question whether life after death is resurrection
Or just a custodianship fantasy for the worker ants living in the slave-ship

By: Phantom Gargoyle