I shut my senses and human fleas drop dead,
I unleashed my thoughts life rolled back with men,
I swear in the rat race We're often misled.
Abruptly, a dark horse galloped in to lead,
like hen in poultry, we live in the den,
I shut my eyes and human fleas drop dead.
Life is a theatre of absurd as Eliot said;
We're of reduced to the rubble and a light pen,
I swear in the rat race we're often misled.
Our characters aren't in realty grounded,
Power and purchase made us slaves five to ten,
I shut my senses and human fleas drop dead.
On evening faces cars whiff smoke and spread,
Meeting deadlines is an endless chase again;
I shut my senses and human fleas drop dead.
As insidous pressure mounts tears we shed,
A rat turned to a bat cried men to wren!
I shut my senses and human fleas drop dead,
I swear in the rat race we're often misled.
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