20 May 2012
Got to wake up now a cold shower will make you sober.
Can't show the suits and skirts at work that you're still hungover.
Standing on the train, better fix your tie. Hair slicked back Designer mac I'm so fucking sly.
Nine past nine. Could you be any later? Procrastination is under my skin, I need to make some paper.
Glancing at my desk. I'm so organized. But the thoughts in my head are a screaming hot mess. This is my disguise.
End of the month. Sushi for lunch. Time to pay the mortgage.
Find me some work with reasonable perks? Sorry there's a shortgage.
No one else can take names and kick ass like you can. Pull up your socks, you'll soon be on top. But that's not my plan.
Glancing at my mailbox, none of these folks make sense. Need to leave now for a smoke and a drink, because I'm feeling tense.
Practice your smile to shield your discontent. Be a nice guy, that's what you represent.
Night comes, throw on your leather jacket. Take your girl for drink, your glasses go chink. And you've spent half your packet.
In the cab out, I can't wait. Fingers on your back, while your eyes dilate.
But you need to get home because it's getting late.
I guess Paloma was right and Romance is dead. That's just fucking great.
Midnight lonesome reading books to feed your brain. At least you'll learn things that all the others feign.
Sun's already up, and I have'nt slept.
Is this all there is?
No I can't accept.
Disguised • Opuss № I