Viscount Discount

You’re a part of the expensive hum,
Lines you’ve said a hundred times,
You’re not callous, you’re just numb.
Scratch away,
I just stare,
You have a job to do why should you care.
Remits,
Compromise,
Boxes to tick,
Straight,
Narrow,
Guidelines, rules,
Cut to fit.
There’s a mind just disengaged
And you’re a part of the constant grinding machine today.
No Sympathy
Nothing to live for,
Life’s a lie,
Dead heart,
Lifeless eyes.
I think,
«What am I?»
A small glitch, a passing moment,
You’re a dick,
And I know that you have safely achieved
Nothing,
Nothing is saved,
No goal complete,
Nothing on a chart,
Nothing on a list,
No higher ground,
No granted wish.
No.
No Sympathy.
I’ve got one thing to say,
don’t forget that.