Tension Factory / Allegory in the Working Title

Once upon a portentous flight
She had noticed a soft wind blowing in her ear
It could not be mistaken for the tinge of yearning for more
Adventure they wrote, "It plasters large"
"But, I want...", said executive

In a world of nervous bleating
Heading, sizing, and starring the seeping
This summer boiled over, not mellow
A moment of respite from cinema fellows

And they were back, they'd written more
Though, it oft was chopped right out
Shoved into a bin
Corporate shares would plummet quick
If the crowd were allowed some time to think

Mousie, he laughed, he laughed if off
When the clock was counting down
Found that they could not make it better
Creativity lacking since century turn!

"Free" and inanely made
General audience is all he play
Picturesque and lies to share
A phony dream makes you unaware
Consume your product and pretend it ain't grating
An ugly white world that needs repainting

Future's bleak, try not to cry
Old white pigs, when will they die?
When there's nothing left to sit on will we all get up and sing?

There's allegory inside of the working title, don't you see it?
The type of phrase or word that gets you so very excited!
There's allegory in the working title, don't you know it?
That moment when you've read too far into what is a'written

Oh, I wonder
I wonder what you mean
Your words are hollow through a mirror I see
Pretty soon I won't remember
Won't remember just
Who I mean

What a load of nonsense!
Ho ho he he ha ha hoo hoo!
There's allegory inside of the working title, don't you smell it?
That little toxic fume that puffs up all your aberration
There's allegory in the working title, don't you feel it?
That little exclamation that eats all of your concentration

Oh, well, what to do?

Today and everyday
I wake and remember who I must portray
My hands hurt, legs aren't stout
As all that I do is trust computer clout

Get some snackies, feed the body once more
Sit in a chair and try not to be sore
Edit and regret all the things I ignore
Can you tell me what I'm breathing for?

I better get back to my pencils
Never know if I'll be up to the task
Can't wrap my head around that newfangled pose!
Maybe I'll figure it out some day

Ooo, think about your troubles!
What do you worry about? (Each day, okay)
Closer for the camera (Oh)
Keep those payments coming every day (No dear)
The more you suffer (What the)
The company spreads it's plague (Literal fuck-uck-uck?)

There is a message
In everything that you hear
You won't know it's there
'Til it bites you unprepared
'Cause I could put whatever I like
Into a verse and maybe sicken you for life!

Second verse, it's same as the first!
There's allegory inside of the working title, don't you hear it?
The sense that nothing heard is quite just what it might to seem!
There's allegory in the working tile, can you dig it?
I wish you could, cause then I could feel just a little less alone