another hour of this shice
of picking nits and moving mice
of getting pissed and yelling “christ!”
another day creeps by
another hour sedentary
spending my time stationary
independent equals solitary
the working day seeps by
another hour in this place
staring into inner space
along the back fence of the rat race
while the outside world flows by
another hour not doing jack
my eyes are sore and so’s my back
ah, the life of a mid-level hack
another missed chance goes by
another hour …
another hour …
another hour …
not passing by fast enough.
another hour on a string
killing time and bullshitting
getting paid but hardly doing a thing
from this you should never know
another hour in the gloam
ticking like a tired metronome
how much longer till I go home
you don’t know the meaning of slow
another hour …
another hour has gone by
this song somehow made it fly
time to finally say goodbye
and leave this joint behind
another hour long since past
another day over at last
now let’s go out and kick some ass
and put work out of mind
another hour …
©2023 The Hesh Inc.
This one dates back to the early 2000s, when I was working as a production editor for a book publishing company. It beat driving a limo, for sure, but it was still a very constricting job in a claustrophobia-inducing office. I would take my lunch at the nearby Atlantic Highlands Harbor, where I'd sit in my car or on the quay, watching the boats in their slips and looking out toward the Verrazzano Bridge across the harbor, and write songs about the frustrations of a life hummed and drummed away in an office and only dreaming of doing something musical. No music to this one (yet).