Sincerity is at an all time scarcity.
We work wearily, faking genuine clarity.
Happily we count our money, Clumsily we fake being sunny.
The days pass on, looking up from the traffic at the sun.
As we continue our con, because the CEO has won.
But at night we fawn, and let our minds be free until dawn.
We work towards something better, as we fill out our resignation letter.
We move to sexy seas to get wetter, and then we tell everyone we never felt better.