Graveyard Shifters
Eyes half shut
Trudging through another night
Their pay slips cut
Making just enough to eat
Look at the bags beneath their eyes
Look at their sad little tortured smiles
Always trying to rectify
Why they work so late
And they slowly drag their feet behind
Always looking toward quitting time
And they grumble so inaudibly
As they congregate again
Stupid hat
Forced to wear, they need to go home
Feed the cat
She's looking quite emaciated
Look at the messes in their houses
Most of them have left their spouses
Always trying to relegate
Chores to later days
Now they crawl in bed at 4 AM
Never waking up again
Their breathing stops, their souls leave them
And drift away
At dawn they rise once again
Open their eyes once again
Arms stretched out
They leave their rooms
Forgetting to lock their doors
....
They fill the streets
People screaming when they see them
Now they feast
On the soft flesh of the living
Look at them knock down a pay phone
Listen to their horrid moans
Never going to work again
As they congregate again
Their broken souls and broken bones
Rampaging suburban homes
They smash the lights
And cut the phones
They'll never work again
Catscan!, ©2009