I am so distantAnd so coldI've lived too longAnd I'm so oldI've tried so many distant waysI've watched each one of them delayedI can't expound for the agesWhile we are leafing through the pagesThe office blocks from which we marchMirrored shades of the PatriarchLounge lizards in penthouse flatsMay soon find out where it's atThey gnaw away our hard earned payWe walk the treadmill every dayCaught by streams of constant motionMost of the workers have no notionsSitting glued to computer screensFingers raised - "must finish the scene"Techo-droppings don't existWithin these walls we can't resist_____________________________________________________________________