a finishing blow for a company man
while sleeping tight passed hand to hand
inbound until
you're canned
then hidebound fact slips like sand
a finishing blow for the company
man
time passes through a loop
self-trained for burning hoop
spoonfed and
proudly stooped
too low to see the linkwork
some cut holes some got bricked
in
and you've got nothing more to say
red hand grip slips on cold links
i saw
you try to climb your way
