Blue

Stripped down to his bare bones
By the cutting morning light,
And he can't bear the sight
Of an empty fostered phone.

Sickened as he travels to work
Of the people who litter the road,
And the madness clearly shows
Where his silent demons lurk.

Toiling for an unforgiving boss,
He feels so utterly ashamed.
For his resistance has been framed
By the years he has lost.

The nubile young girls tease
And he feels so depraved
For needing all the things a young man craves
And has never ever seized.

The frustration is seething within
And he needs a release from this place;
From her soul-destroying face,
Photocopying his skin.

Lunch is over, work such a chore,
And he feels so goddamned used,
Abandoned and abused,
As he pines for the door.

He dreams of success in other fields
And is good enough in them to expect
After all this time a bit of respect,
And is excited by what the future yields.

Work is finally over to his relief,
But then realizes that when he comes home
He will be totally rejected and alone;
And his jubilation is brief.

He never hurt anyone.
He never caused any harm.
But to pay for his lack of fake charm
He'll never share the setting sun.