Cold Summer Mold

I'm about to leave the house
But I forgot the stove is on
I Forgot my badge
Forgot my pants
Forgot the TV's on

All that back and forth
Has consumed the little time
I had to get to where I work
And now my job is on the line

I'm so fucking late
I don't even try to run
I'm tryin' so little
I just watch the train depart

Then, I realize
That I also forgot the trash
That I forgot my water
That I even forgot my lunch

There's no need to panic
The tower will provide
Maybe not a drop of water
But there's nothing we can't buy

Vendings at each floor
That always come in pairs
For there's always one or more
Out of order anyway

So glad I'm sitting here
With nothing else to do
Scrolling, clicking all day long
It's all I'm set to do

I pity all those sweaty bastards
Working there outside
Building roads and silly roundabouts
Beneath the deadly Sun

Not sure how many have died
Shoveling dirt and sand this year
They all look the same to me
From all the way up here

Thing is, coming through the ceiling
Straight from a leaky, moldy vent
Some complain it is too chilly
Some say it's inhumane

We've got some of those in here
Terraforming entire floors
For the comfort of their partners
And discomfort of us all

Some others like me like it
Just the way it is;
Freezing cold free air conditioning
Is the reason why I'm here

You can have your dusty beaches
And your dusty hills
There seems to be nothing
That isn't dusty
Around here

Early shift is leaving with a thousand "Hello, there"
"How are you?", "How is it hanging?"
"How's your family?", "How 's your pet?"

"Did they fix your back?"
"No, still can't climb up stairs"
Knee replacements, stomach gastric bands
Injured everywhere

Then, it comes a friendly hand
Just to quietly say "hello"
And others not so friendly
Staring but not saying anything at all

But I ain't leaving here,
I wouldn't wish to be anywhere else
Chilly, moldy air so cold
I forget it's summer out there

Tho it ain't precisely "clean"
You barely see the floating stains
At least, you can't see the bugs
Nesting in the fabric on your chair

Oh, I hate summer
And the critters
That come with it

I'd love some nuclear winter
Just to put an end to it