Jokes far worse than Dilbert
make my face contort like Gilbert Grape;
squinting, blinking, mouth agape.
A tape recording on repeat
the same jokes start to grate.
Office life and office people,
officially lifeless, dull bulb people.
Computer screens and squinting eyes,
tea breaks and a slow demise.
Thirty years in the same shit job
that you pretend is important
and you pretend you love.
Thirty years in the same shit job
that you pretend has meaning,
and you pretend you love.
I could repeat it forever
like you repeat every day
what you do repeatedly
for the rest of your days.
Office people, office life,
going home to your little wife.
Words to file,
words not to be seen,
words to file
that don’t mean a thing.
Words to me are like oxygen
and black print hidden for twenty years
is a waste of air.
The green house effect
to be direct is the butterfly effect.
For every book a tree loses a limb
and the death of creativity starts to begin.
Office life and office people,
officially lifeless, dull, dull people.
Office life and office people,
lose their dreams to richer people.
Thirty years in the same shit job
that you pretend has meaning,
that you pretend you love.
Thirty years in the same shit job,
that you pretend has meaning,
that you don’t really love.