9Fifty thousand people sitting on their butts all day
Slaving over nothing much and nothing is their pay
And nothing much is what they write
When they stay up to work all night
Staring blankly at the wall
Or into nothing much at all
Walking with nowhere much to go
And running when they get too slow
And climbing stairs to nothing much
And when the bell rings, eating lunch
But in an hour they're off again
To sleep and dream of nothing gained
In classrooms painted nasty green
A color pale with dread obscene
To subdue the inmates, row on row
'Cuz that is where their dead minds grow
While the guy up front talks on and on
To create a league of social pawns
And when a billion seconds pass
The drones get up to leave the class
And wander dazed into the light
To watch onscreen the hockey fight
Or maybe online chatting fun
While they slave to get nothing done
And the evening comes with nothing past
But they don't care 'cuz life's too fast
And when the morning rears its head
The puppets drag themselves from bed
Ready to start another day
With nothing ventured, nothing gained
And the cycle repeats for a couple years
Till nothing's left but cigs and beers
And then those hapless souls die
With no-one left to say goodbye
And their kids and grandkids keep on going
Nothing to keep them from slowing
And they go off to make nothing too
Just like their ancestors used to do
And nothing is what they live for when they're driving in their cars
And nothing's what they end up with when they stare out from between their bars
But this doesn't bother them in the least little bit
With nothing left to guide them, there's no reason left to quit
And besides, there's so much more they've not begun
And so much more nothingness left to run
And thus the loop goes on forever
It's all the same, so hey
Whatever.
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It might sound like I'm really bitter and all, but I'm not. There really is a purpose to life (at least, in mine- I'm a Christian) but I didn't write about that here. Anyways, one word fer youse: REVIEW!