Scapegoat I

This is something I wrote years ago about someone I used to work with in a restaraunt long, long ago and far, far away. Last night I dreamed I was back at that job. It's strange I always dream about the jobs I hated and not the ones I loved. I still haven't figured out why.

Scapegoat I

Now I'll be your scapegoat,
And I'll take the blame for it,
But when it all comes down to it,
You know we all see through it.
Your big empty promise to the ruling man.

You put a price tag on my trust,
And you sold it out at the very first.
And now I KNOW you'd fuck me and everyone else
Just to save yourself.

You'll never earn the respect
For which you strive.
Your soul's been killed.
We can see it in your eyes.
The only way you think
Is in dollar signs.
You'll sell your own salvation
Right out from under you.

The captain rat
Of the sinking ship.
The water's rising.
You don't know what to do.
Climb across the heads
Of your drowning crew.
Make for the empty promise
Of a non-existent island.

Hope never existed.
It was just a calculated lie.
Given to the frightened girl
Who was too tired to discern truth from lie.
Too weary to fight or think
Only to nod and march in place.
Being a place holder for a write-off
Is not such a bad thing.
People learn to enjoy being burned
Everyday.

Whether it's masochism or stupidity
The end is all the same.
The pointless fight within the broken dream.
Beating the dead horse
In order to break the stick.
Bloody fists
Hammering an unbreakable wall of razors.
Edged yet pointless
Just like you.
The liar.
The hypocrite.
The abandoned.
The inept.
Generally flaccid
Is all you can Manage.
That's why you're my favorite General Manager!!!