Benji Katz - Tackle Box Blues

Went fishing for work on an online job board
Got hooked just like I hoped I would
But hope is a dangerous thing when facing away from where it came
The funhouse mirror claimed, You don't look so good
So I took a shave, straight razor
Drove downtown in a pinstripe blazer
Ready to amaze my way into a swivel chair
Said all the right things, self-starter
You'll never meet a man whose dick gets harder
At the scent of a fast-paced work environment
There I sat at the dawn of an early retirement
Gold watch fitted around my wrist were it not for the moments I missed
I'm still not sure when I open the door
How the food wound up in my fridge
Cutting the crust off a day ain't the worst way to live
Even if my bread's gone stale
And the turkey don't smell right
Nothing's going to spoil my appetite
I climbed the ladder faster than a fireman rescuing a cat
The only trouble is there ain't no money in that
Rewarding work goes overlooked and vision pays a tax
Building bridges, funding roads, and never turning back
My third month on the job came with it a raise
Then I knew this place would soon consume my rainy days
No need to make a splash with an umbrella overhead
Blocking out a thunderstorm deprives a hungry head
Of the turmoil it craves, the passion pain requires
When lightning strikes a cubicle, it meets a grounded wire
If all exist to earn this building stands to burn
The bucket brigade is overpaid and I'm done waiting my turn
I'm still not sure when I open the door
How the food wound up in my fridge
Cutting the crust off a day ain't the worst way to live
Even if my bread's gone stale
And the turkey don't smell right
Nothing's going to spoil my appetite
I run streaking through the office, my resume in hand
Doused in gasoline to spark the end of my five-year plan
My colleagues flee the scene at the first glimpse of my flesh
Which they deem inappropriate for Friday's casual dress
Alarms ring out through sterile halls, sirens echo praise
The sprinklers proving derelict in their duty to quell the blaze
Every desk now vacant, the office seems at peace
When ashes overcome the corporate world it's time to feast
My livelihood still smoldering, no title to my name
I set out to catch a fish to roast over the flames
Now I'm sure when I open the door
How the food wound up in my fridge
Cutting the crust off a day ain't no way to live
Even if my bread's gone stale
And the turkey don't smell right
Nothing's going to spoil my appetite

Written by:
Benjamin Katz

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