I am in limbo man
turned out and deadpan
no tresses, no creases but
a stereo that ceases,
to play in between lunch breaks
and on night shifts; no cracks
on the walls nigh, cold and dry
a lizard sleeps dreamless and awry
while I fear that ‘Sid’ is not a good enough name
for someone looking for advice on probates and fame
Poach me all you like, I ain’t turning tasteful
crush me like karaoke, so weird and dull
I am in wait, I am in queue
I am in limbo man, I am you.
