Spike

Feet on the desk Boss in the chair Carried the coffee Up three flights of stairs He drove up In an electric car I'm pinching pennies To fix the guitar Step up on some grapes They want wine They want twice the results In half of the time It's a sick world No cure in sight Spot of bother With my shock collar The voltage has suddenly Spiked Have fun And pay me You've had your fun Now pay me Minor infraction Major disdain I'm a living container For man-made pain I watched you fire the bullet And swallow the casing You threw away nuance And atе sensation When the micro-droppеr Hits the blotter I'll put my brain On the spike Give a man a fish He eats for a day Give a man two fish He throws one away