The artificial experience of listening to a man made fountain trying to sound like a waterfall merged with the screeches of cars rather than birds in the exteriors of a corporate park in contrast to the heavy breathing of a centralised cooling monster in the interiors. Sounds of mechanical idiot boxes instead of the real idiots in the giant electrical ladders contradicting from the wailing from the electrical barrier. The larger parts of the interiors have machines talking more than men. Soft murmurs coming in small designated areas, at least there’s a little life and joy where the tools charge themselves up for the day with a dark smelly liquid. The echoes of of the footsteps of the tools coming in the silent hall ways is like the galloping of sloppy hallways. The whistle screeches if a tool goes off limits, while a car zooms past them almost killing them. The entire park is filled with sudden cries from plastic objects created specially so that tools can communicate miles away ignoring the tool right in front of him.
Cigarettes and blazers
And pant suits and coffee
That’s how I wake up
To make myself money
Shiny nice shoes and some long flared dresses
These are a few things that make me impressive
When the day starts
When the work starts, that’s when I’m feeling sad
There’s nothing better than a coffee a day
That brings my mood back.