USE YOUR LOAF
Turned sixteen, offered the key
to middle age, a job at the bakery
Where flunkies dated packers
The bosses got to date creamers
And the jokes were handed down like diseases
I learned all three, threw them away
but I remember them even today
"I only work here for the bread"
"I need the dough"
"Use your loaf"
I thought, "Go"
Around this time came phrases new
Longer words but with the same old brackets
People speaking for generations
Wearing clichˇs on their jackets
Gang mentality
Individuals calling themselves we
So desperately wanting to be loved by the world
So wanting to say,
"Here's your chance to win a car"
Be household names who have paid their dues
Too scared to move
...to be continued at a later date
Watch out for -
Tortured sights
Sick humour
"I think we should feed the world's starving millions
with the world's stray dogs"
It barely matters if the words strike the right chord
Opinions on such matters should not be chores
Scrub definitions and deadlines
Screw derivations and headlines
I volunteer to be top of the list come the vinyl shortage
I only do this for my head
I need the dough
Use your loaf
by Robert Lloyd, copyright control