Glitch/Regret

Matthew Searles

You don’t have to be mad to work here
Just clinically depressed
If clothes maketh the man
I must be pretty badly dressed

Fear God, honour the king
Go forward to your thing
Just wear the uniform
Shut up, weather the storm

That’s smile’s the perfect pitch
But I think we’ve hit a glitch
We’ve hardly started yet
That smile’s tinged with regret

I don’t do this for my health
I’m not in it for the money
Well, what else is left?
It’s really not that funny

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