now...is there going to be a later

I got nice days,
comin' in through the windows,
so I took out the screens,
to share air with the beams,
and now you know,
what's been on my mind,
breaking glass,
trying to think fast,
of the best way to close the blinds,
without being seen,
cause I know they're out there lookin',
trying to smell what I've been cookin',
and if it makes a single mouth water,
call me for free delivery prim and proper,
time after time like cyndi lauper,
intelligent fodder,
i've forgotten to recite,
to these brain-dead toddlers who think they own the nights,
until they show me their receipt,
and how much they paid,
to make us march their beats,
and drown us in the waters they wade,
I forgave,
all past injustices,
and I'm the king of spades,
when it comes to free trump lunches,
so get your fill,
then get out,
and get lost,
pay the toll,
to rock and roll,
and flick off your boss,
and on the way to the lobby elevator,
flick a match to see if he can catch,
to see if now....there is going be a later.
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