magic phoenix
I’m a good factory worker, keep the gears turning right,
Put it in a box, then throw it out of sight.
Stack it up, tape it tight, watch the pile grow high,
I don't care what’s inside, just get it out, don’t ask why.
Too much to handle, I’m feeling the weight,
So I box it all up, before it’s too late.
Forget it forever, let it fade from view,
I’m a good factory worker, that’s just what I do.
Sometimes I throw too much, but who’s counting?
Don’t need it, don’t want it, no more doubting.
It’s easier now, a job well done,
I box it all up, till the day is won.
Machines help me out, lessen the load,
They hide the boxes, down a dark road.
If I don’t see it, smell it, or hear,
I don’t care, it’s all disappeared.
I’m a good factory worker, focused, no time for pause,
But now there’s a problem, new boxes, new laws.
She said don’t throw them, but it was too much,
So I boxed them all up, I couldn't stay in touch.
She quit the job, but I don't mind,
It’s out of sight, out of my mind.
I’m a good factory worker, keep the wheels on track,
Put it in the box, then throw it all back.
smoky mango
queen sinew