Stir-crazy
It’s absolutely beautiful outside
should be a crime to stay inside
But my ass must work indoors
to pay bills and club covers
The spring air sings with life
while I die a little inside
No window in my office
just stale air and fluorescent overheads
Oh, how I wish I could walk a little
stroll downtown in the sunshine
But nay, computer glare is all I get
in my office here confined
What a joy it must be to be dead
and ne’er have to work again,
to be free to walk the earth lifeless
as a spirit instead of an office bitch
