Run Amok

Written by Crybaby®™
Crybaby & Co. Publishing ©2005
Reprinted by permission

She was so pi$sed off
she woke up one morning
she put on a pot of coffee
and found there was no sugar
to sweeten things up
Her existance was sour and no sugar
could make things taste any better

And somehow her life took on a form
Of some kind of formality
Following the heard, following the leaders
That have the gull to tell others what to do
And every subway car seemed more
Like cattle cars, some going to greener pastures
Some going to the slaughter

Mad cows, fighting there way through the streets
For the sake of procedure for the sake of decorum
This appropriateness, this conduct with a style and tone
To make these walking compositions a whole
A whole entire picture of
Get up, skip your meals and off to work you go
Jump that cattle car for we cannot be late
For our first appointment of slaughter

If it's snowing, you better get your Christmas shopping done
If the leaves are falling kill the bird and put your scary mask on
If the flowers are blooming, hide the chocolate and
Celebrate the birth of countries as they are all about to die

Holidays, careers, births, deaths, weddings and graduation ceremonies
It's all got this formality
It's boring and uncalled for

She woke up pi$sed off because she was
Stepping on to the next cattle car
After realizing that there was no sugar
To sweeten up her life