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How Was Your Day, Mr. Badman?
A man stood embarrassed, a step taken in depravity
Crying's looked down upon, he walked and he walked
We listen and we twiddle our thumbs, whistling, blinking
Busy people bustling while the audience sits in the halls
He's received the word just now, laid off or otherwise fired
Sugar coated the sidewalks, and he bustled like he'd retired.
Turn it up, Mr. Badman, crying would just slow you down
Everything needs to move faster, the bull shit can't keep up
We all know you meant well, Mr. Badman.
Solvent may thicken but he can breathe after all
Chemicals erode, and he just feels a little stronger
Mummified in masking tape - it's average and it's normal
Dead things on dried floors and he tries to keep it all clean
Just once he asks for a "How are you?", greeted with a boot
Once so pristine, reaches for the fading grey in his roots.
Sweet Ms. Efe sees that he's in pain, takes flight to his side
She's so lovely as she gives care to the tragic Mr. Badman
But Ms. Efe also sees, through what Mr. Badman tends to think
He's not so much a bad man.
Mr. Misunderstood searches for employment.
