hunger boss
For every breath
We pay the bill
For being alive
And not sitting still.
Takes less than one step
On someone’s mind.
One simple step
To commit the crime.
In less than a step
When your foot’s in mid air
Though you didn’t do any crime
Your back feels his stare.
In less than a step
Payment is due
Currency is infinite
Your crimes are too.
Cream rises only in milk he
Forgets that he ain’t no Wendell Willkie.
It’s the daily office party
You’re moving about.
You shouldn’t have worn
That dress full of doubt
Those hesitant shoes
Or that questioning mouth.
You’re marked for life.
There’s no way out.
You’ll have to pay.
He’s thinking hard
For the penetrating way
That leaves no marks.
He starts to collect
On your theoretical crimes.
You’re put in solitary.
You start to do time.
Cream rises only in milk he
Forgets that he ain’t no Wendell Willkie.
He writes it all
In invisible ink.
It’s all designed
So it’s later than you think.
No wonder he’s got
God’s world so confused.
Only reads writing
In lemon juice.
But he ain’t got
Match to his name
Throws too much light
On who’s t’ blame.
He plans for the future
In his rear view mirror
He uses radio knobs
To do the steerin.’
No surprise
When he hits the wall
Or when he blames everybody else for it all.
But now it’s dinnertime.
He’s in the mood.
He drills through your skull.
Time for soul food.
Justifies it all
With a hidden clause.
He was an eager student
In a management course.
We used to fear
Goin’ down below
But now it’s up above
We’re afraid to go.
Cream rises only in milk he
Forgets that he ain’t no Wendell Willkie.