Shall this be the day I feast
But not too much
That’s when it’s yearn
The morning is good
Good as the coffee
And it smells just like my city
It’s nice and cool
But there’s no smile on my face
I’m too tired to care
It’s none of my affairs
It tastes from the factory
With its smoke and machine
It’s cogs are strong
And mightier than man
Yet I sit here, eating
Sitting on a chair
A chair made from such power
It’s just one
But it makes 1,000 an hour
