Mazurka for a Slave
Lying on the bed in twilight sleep dreaming Of grass and trees and the sun And birds calling, calling, calling Now suddenly awakened to the darkness And the alarm clock shreiking shreiking shreiking EEEP! EEEP! EEEP! Hand shoots out by reflex and slams down hard On the alarm clock silence Silence and a groan like a sigh. Man and wife roll apart from the bed And begin the morning run, run, run Of shoowers, shave, breakfast Drive kids to school, walk dog on a leash and off to work Oh boy, oh boy, oh boy, A litany like a sigh like a moan. And the boss who is glaring and the customers staring And always comparing To that perfect couple on T.V. Strive strive strive Like a machine, not a man And strain to buy those shoes The kids hafta have. And buy more memroy For a machine that gets used once a month. At the end of the day Collapse into bed roll over to Kiss the wife and snore. And dream of grass and trees and sun and birds Calling calling calling No one hears.