The Contorted Cog

Got a job
And thought that I was doing fine
Until my boss realized that I
Had lost my mind

Now things aren’t the same
People seem to look at me weird
As if I’m going to shoot up the office
And kill everyone that is near

They don’t understand
That I wouldn’t hurt a fly
But that doesn’t seem to matter
When they think they will die

Heard the boss tell
A co-worker the other day
That I was “creepy”
That I was “sick”

Didn’t know what to say
Didn’t know what to do
I guess there is always “Tent City”
The place where the shunned survive

A community of freaks
That don’t fit into the machine
I guess I will consider moving there
As I will likely be fired next week