SCRUMTRULESCENT

Blue collar bureaucrats
paint me with their barcode tatoos
but I can't lose:
I'm not playing to win.
So push me up against the quiet desperation
like a hooker on a car hood.
Fool me like you know you should.
Cause someday we'll be celebrating
the anniversary
of my daily annihilation.
You got caught on probation
and now you sit on the pale, pretty side
of dark, dirty faces
asking me to summon salvation
to wrentch them from
their sterile success and conventions
drawing out the minutes
like caramel from a candy bar.
And I won't do it your way,
but I'll do it.
Get it?
So live in your world.
Play in mine.
As the saying goes.