Jobs Are Well Shit

credit cards, sealed lifts and covert sanitation, processed meat and a national waste disposal system: the scale of deception begs the question what it is we're burying. cosmetics, contact lenses and plastic surgery: bulk orders for yet more imperial finery. double-glazing for phasing out suspicions that this is really happening. it seems this season the cool kids are sporting white canes and braille zines. and when i close my eyes am i invisible? an embarrassed smile and you assume that i'm being rhetorical. but if i don't see it die this animal is invincible. i won't catch your eyes tonight, i will stutter my way through naked poverty until i'm across the street (safe). i justified giving my eyes to stevie wonder with some spiel about a sense of wonder to discover, but i was hiding under cover of the excuse of helplessness. i fell in line with the cool kids and spared my eyes instead of change. i just called to say that someone moved my furniture around, and so i fell down, and i hatched a plan here sprawled on the ground. so hey, what do you say, we pack our things and call it a day. some come round, let's lose that frown, and you and i will leave this town behind.