Workerboy

killing cats in the basement
where your home is and will be

guting fish in passing
like your life is and will be

eating flesh in the night
where you´re wicked and will be

sweet dreams are gone there are none
a man without joy the irrational workerboy

insult friends at the weekend
where you´re a worker and will be

keep your children busy in the garden
where the carcass will be

always the same in your mind
where your sorrows will be

sweet dreams are gone there are none
a man without joy the irrational work