A degenerative condition, the brain suffered and the thoughts faded. Words drooled off and the tongue had dried. The immortal was imprisoned in a never-ending loop of ironical pattern of words, words he liked, but not those in the prison. Impaled in a prison where he was greased up, ready for penetration. There was no hope or faith left, just the bicycle with its rusted spokes with a missing seat. “Up yours!” it beckoned, “right where the sun don’t shine”. Click! These were the sweet words which ended most of the conversations. Other synonymous and broadly consensual words followed. This was the most diplomatic it got with a thorough gentleman’s agreement in place.
It’s all over now. No sweet goodbyes.
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''How may I help you.....’’?
Yo …. Ahha ahha yo
Go Go Go Go
Shift started and they say ''Log in guys call in queue''
The unsatisfied guy on the other side is always true.
He has not paid his bills and money is overdue.
But still they are wrong. He takes their case black and blue.
But why they work here, Must be the money.
They have never seen the morning or a day that’s sunny.
They slog in the dark. Start to like the color black.
They are so stressed & about to go crack.
Waiting for those few minutes to walk in to the zone.
Smoke a cigarette, munch on chips, letch at girls and moan.
On the days off they go to the local bar.
Hardly get sum time to maintain their own car.
Monday comes again and they think for a while.
They put the headset on, in their own different style.
They gotta keep their cool they can’t be hostile
And say ''how may I help you'' with a great smile.
(H.U.S.T.L.E.R)
Don’t worry parents ‘’No Explicit Lyrics’’
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