Linkwork

A finishing blow for a company man

While sleeping tight passed hand to hand

Inbound until you're canned

Then hidebound fact slips like sand

A finishing blow for the company man

Time passes through a loop

Self-trained for burning hoop

Spoonfed and proudly stooped

Too low to see the linkwork

Some cut holes some got bricked in

And you've got nothing more to say

Red hand grip slips on cold links

I saw you try to climb your way