THE UNBEARABLE SHEERNESS OF BEING… AGAINST THE CLOCK

Put out the lights on the age of reason…

We are the zero hours,
The significant others,
The sanctioned,
The signers,
The kept lady diners.
The redundancy hacks
That fell through the cracks
The triers and failers
The sad former sailors
They sold us
They told us
That this was the way
But there’s still nowt to do
Come nine o’ clock Monday