grayness

Some days they keep you running late
Boss says hurry, you have to wait
On plans he didn't rightly lay
And you're the one who has to pay
The price in time and sweat and toil
And smile while you are at the boil...
Some day I'll speak the truth only- next thing you know I'll get canned
So I'll go sailing off the edge of the world
And wondering where I'll land

Some people claim to speak for right
And run their mouths both day and night
But last I checked, I did not not see
Divine miraculosity
Proceeding from the words they say
So from them, just this, I'd pray:
You'd better lead by example- your words aren't much in demand
But I'll go sailing off the edge of the world
And wondering where I'll land

Polyanna I've never been
And sometimes I might wear a grin
Whose edges are just wearing thin
And some would say that that's a sin
As far as I could ever see
You base your mood on reality
This isn't the life I had hoped for- or even the one I had planned
And I'll go sailing off the edge of the world
And wondering where I'll land

These days are full of malcontents
Whose griping mocks all common sense
You say that just for being you
You should never pay what's due
What's theirs is yours (or so you'd say)
But those who work are those who'll pay...
But now I'm seen as the problem- you just demand and demand
So you'll go sailing off the edge of the world-
I'm wondering where you'll land...
SPLAT