She Rushes Off
She rushes off to work
She has to be first
The first to make the coffee
The first to make the copies.
And I roll over & fall into a dream
Where nothing is what it seems
My office now a wreck
Always waiting for the next check
Life is a parade
And I am the gum
Spit out lying in the hot sun
Just waiting for you to rush by
And let me stick-up your life.
I’ll take you to a thousand different places
Each one stuck to a thousand different aces
Disappearing eyes with square faces
Throw the cards in – ante up – and start dealing – again.
DWB © MMXIII
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