See the whole picture, and read
the sub-text.
I don’t know what they’ve
got planned for me next.
When have they ever been honest
before?
When are they going to show me
the door?
I’d like control over my
destiny.
I realise that no lunches are
free.
They hold all the cards, and
they enjoy that.
I think it’s unfair, and
that’s where I’m at –
Not that it matters what I think
or feel.
I’m a file number, but
not someone real.