Letra de Excellent choice

Morgan moves
Back to the familiar
Charms of his fiery.
Days when Morgan
Still felt something.
No longer.
Morgan´s like a slave.
Three feet of
paper and family of four.
Morgan wonders why
his wife is so slow.
Blame his wife
for his slow love.
He shakes his head
as he climbs
into bed.
Grits his teeth as he
moves between the
sheets.
Morgan feels a sudden
laughter when he sees.
He doesn´t sleep
much on account
of a terrible pain
in his head.
Sometimes Morga sits up
in the loft reading from a
book of children´s stories.
Jaws no ordinary sucking harder,
sagging eyelids & pocked
cheeks.
Intelligent the television buzzes
& crackles & preaches.
Morgan feels like his
family have made a
conscious effort to cause
him misery.
His tastebuds have deserted.
Sneaking away from his
wife´s cooking.
Morgan dreads the family meal.
Cleching one hand under
the table.
The bland wall hangings nod
at the food in recognition.
They are all too familiar
whit one another.
Now listen!
Well,i don´t wanna
question your decision.
In my opinion,
you´ve made an excellent choice!
I don´t wanna put the doubt
in your mind.
In my head,well,you´re
just fine.
Excellent choice.
Excellent choice!
Excellent choice.
Morgan´s work for minimum wage
is no comfort whatsoever.
He thinks about the items that
have sapped his money over
the years.
Shoe polish,
Oven cleaner,
Vacuum bags,
Sugar substitute.
A pathetic collection of
unwanted gifts and
dream-sapping
commerce.
Any creative reserves once
stored are long gone.
Morgan seethes at the realisation
he has given his children too
much of the little that
he has.
Morgan wishes his
family dead.
"Awwwwwww"
Well,i´m not trying to
change your opinion.
I´m so happy that you,ve
finally found your voice.
I don´t wanna put the doubt
in your mind.
In my head,well,you´re just fine.
Excellent choice.
Excellent choice!
Excellent choice.
Excellent choice.
Excellent choice!
Lacking imagination and full
of despair.
Morgan turns tail and leaves
without a word.
The door shuts compliantly as
he moves outside.
Morgan crunches down the path
with regular,
driven feet.
Good answer!
Well done,Sir!
Well done,Sir!
Well done,Sir!
Well done!
Pushing through,
the grey clouds
escaping his mouth.
Approaching the train track,
he sighs.
Lays flat across the line.
He shuts his eyes.