Normality

Comfort.
I can smell it under your door.
Hear it through the walls,
Feel it coming from the floor.
And wonder what its like.

You will be married to your wife.
And I will marry labor.
You will know me just enough to tell
me of your leisure.
Forbidden fruits only distract
from work that's never done.
From day to day
it's hard to say
who will prevail

in the valley of the gun.