stream of thought: observations

a week has nearly passed us by...
and here i sit; i ask you why?
why indeed must i so feel
i must go to the gym to peel
the layers off; what layers, hey?
i'd rather just enjoy my stay.
i want to be the best; you know,
life is just one big long show
of who did what and how with who:
i don't give a flying fuck, do you?
the only thing i really want
is to be truly happy, not
most famous, not the most exciting.
all of this is rather frightening.
more and more i've come to learn
sometimes i'd love to watch it burn.
i'll go home and i'll eat dinner;
she'll tell me that i'm a winner,
then i'll know it's all ok,
i've got her, i know she'll stay.
what is it that i'm holding on to?
on the bottom of my shoe
there is an ideal of myself;
i'll have to put it on the shelf
and slowly watch it gather dust
or wither, rot, and then grow rust.
but in it's place i will have found
a different plot of fresh, new ground
for planting things and brand new passions;
bowling, horses, singing, fashions...
where is my identity?
how do i know that it is me?
this is the question i now ask,
(i need a jack-and-coke filled flask)
it's 5:00, it's time to go,
i hope you've all enjoyed the show.
to the gym i now must fly,
i don't care, don't ask me why
we started here, and here we'll end.
thanks for lending your ear, friend.

We've Moved!

downtown we've moved, to the heart of the city.
lend me your ear and on me take pity.
our office has moved, i need some advice;
how do i decorate and make it look nice?
i've got my own office with a big open window,
four giant walls all bare and with no show.
my office is huge and i can't fill it up,
i need some pictures, some flair, some fluff...
i'm all alone, just a soul by myself
with big empty walls and a bare ugly shelf.
my office mate has moved to the office next door;
now my dumb job is really a bore!
we will prevail and we will have fun.
to B's adjacent office i surely will run.
casual fridays will not be the same
we'll sing journey loud and we will not feel lame.
we'll fight for our rights; we're up and we're proud!
we want to waste time, not work, and be loud.
but alas, our paradise has changed just a titch,
insurance is a bore, and this is a bitch!