Thursday 29 October 2009

Caught In A Trap


I'm sweating, but I'm freezing
And the walls are closing in
I feel just like I'm trapped
Inside a big, white wheely bin

I hear a tap slow-dripping
A ceiling fan buzzing up above
Will I ever escape this place?
Please say I will, my love!

The lights above are blinding
I'm in deep, way over my head
I need to find a way out now
Or by morning, I'll be dead

I'm stuck here in the can at work
How will it end, this caper?
It's not my time that has run out
It's the fucking toilet paper

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