Sometimes seeing double Ain't so bad Close and open an eye Mirror world of brilliance With an on/off switch Still wake up at five in the morning Even without under the table work today This off season We'd knock out a job And be at the pub by lunch anyways Barflies of various industries Congregated like Round Table groups Work hard, play hard I've known skyscraper crane operators On junk Tightrope walking meth head welders On beams Horse trainers on tranquilizers Plus cocktails of pharmakosis Sipping leftover whiskey before dawn Passed out at dusk - to wake in twilight So - three beers left And sleeping pills Until the game starts over Walking to distributor down the street Eight something in the morning Those leaving for work Who might throw side glances I'm still ready and able Before you are Contra mundum All of us laboratory experiments now Meat grafted into a machine We think we understand Or control Survey of cattle waiting to be microchipped Blissfully unknowing, in denial, or apathetic Manufactured consent - As (((they))) say Maybe we forget The commodities that became necessities Comfort to control Day drinking with more than usual Yet still end up with three left for later Sleep-aid kicks in Neighbor sick below How we're all reassured by weakness Now a play for power This will not end well Either side has space to seize No grounds common left Even in internet search Or is it ground commons, common grounds, Commons ground? Wealth isn't money Still have my lens to make macroscopic All things inbetween To the mirror At the end of the universe