Warren Thomas Fenzi - The Cubicle

The patient floss, he consecrates
An aimless toss, an about-face
The rising cost of anything unknown
Deflated in his office chair
His vacant heart, and thinning hair
Could take him in his sleep and no one would know
Oh, he’s waiting on something
He’s banking on his patience
To get him where he’s trying to go
Closed yet open to his finance
He’s raking in the glances
Of where he’s been before
Because four little walls can you make you
Rich Eventual
Now phones will ring and keys will tap
“Abolished feelings”, “taking crap”
Were published in the job description ink
So he takes the shape of "greeding-throb"
While gazing freely, into oncoming traffic
To scream “FREEDOM!” At 65
Oh he’s waiting on something
He’s paving over anything
Just getting where he needs to go
Posed and waiting for his climax
Another belly full of Xanax
Will help to keep him calm
he’s Rich Eventual
He’s a blind-man, he’s a camper
He was staring at the sun while
It was beating down the road
Now his 400k is waiting
It payed off, all that patience
Just so he can sit at home
because four little walls can make you
Rich Eventual

Written by:
Warren Fenzi

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