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letra de existence - malcom mufunde & yaaduniverse

i sit in office for my 9 to 5
abashed by the image in the mirror with a suit and tie
seeking escapism, i scribble a rhyme
ain’t no percussion so i write to the clock’s chime
the phone rings and i snap out of the high
stare at the receiver for an instant then i sigh
i hear my heart pounding and my inner voice cry
but attend to the business of the day with a smile
“h-llo” in the voice of shattered dreams
listen to instruction as i’m m-ffling my screams
life’s been quite humbling it seems
how do i apply my poetry within this corporatеse?
the aspiration was to live on thе loose
so the four in hand knot does feel like a noose
i drop the receiver and check the time
it was a long call but just a minute past nine
so i go out for a cup of tea
i could k!ll an hour from the pouring to the last sip
thought i’d get used to the monotony
but each day takes a piece away from my anatomy
i drop a teabag in the classic mug
six sugars, hope the diabetes gonna take me out
spread a little jam over a weak slice of bread
though candidly, not the type of bread i wish i had
the perils of white-collar occupations
slave away our days in the cages of corporations
my only form of entertainment
is breaking down my life into profit-and-loss statements
and the math is astounding
with every calculation, i can feel my head balding
that’s how it feels to grow old
before you take your first sip, the tea has gone cold
and now it’s back to crunching digits
account for every value with these complex -n-lytics
compile the first report and then get onto the next
but not before i k!ll another hour for recess
basking on the porcelain god
sometimes the best harbor for the mind is the commode
wish i could spend an hour or two
should i k!ll them with the number 1 or the 2?
but i’m constipated, i can’t digest my thoughts
i’ve been introspecting if i ever got a shot
to follow my wild dreams and castles in the air
just about to risk it all if it could take me outta here
always wanted to go high without a corporate ladder
to get out the gutter, i’d to throw my dreams in the gutter
speculating in my youth
i never thought my greatest pleasure would be dropping a deuce
allow me to introduce existence

- malcom mufunde yaaduniverse

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