Every evening
As I put my toys away
I think about what I've done today
It's nothing
I've done nothing
Acomplished nothing
Rather carefully
I've pick up the jigsaw I've been working on
Or rather staring at
Make up your mind you fool
Tick tack goes the time you fool
You're out of line you fool
Tick tack goes the time
I trudge back to my cryotube post meal
But no matter how much bread I just don't feel all right
Maybe next few days they'll release me
Cut me from my strings puppeteer
PUtting blocks in
Labeled baskets I can see their eyes behind reflective glass
Staring at me
Laughing at me
I hook the plastic tube
To my neurodock
Ready for my daily dose oh let em gawk
Allright 
Maybe next few days they'll release me
Cut me from my strings puppeteer