a disruption in the normal swing of things

the days are spent

chatting amongst the workers

of how cold it is outside

not to mention their greatest fears

like finding their children neglected and naked

in bed with some crack fiends

like a substitute for love

and no one notices

something disrupting the normal swing of things. these hands are shaking

they've lost all trust in me

regrets regrets

this memory has weakened

now i recall everything

what's with all the commotion?

i swear there's nothing to see here. you didn't see it coming

already

this is the part where the ambulance comes. there's a dead man in the street;

we gotta take him to the morgue. he can't be here;

he's been blocking traffic for hours. we can't find him help

his will. something's disrupting the normal swing of things. this institution will run efficiently. standard regrets

send the misses our regards. sign it deepest sympathies"