They are imprisoned
In dark suits and air-conditioned offices
Alsatians ready at the door
On the saliva carpeted floor
They spend their nights
In jet airlines –
Would change them in mid-air
To show how much they dare
Drunk from the vertigo
Of never catching their tails
They never seem to know
When not to bite their nails
Their new addiction
Fortifies their livers
They are getting there
While the going’s good
They have no time for dreamers.
