the daily grind

tears on the abdomen of a woman but it's ok, for she has a baby, flexibly skiving with benefits driving the daily, mail says it's a holiday, we always seem to denigrate, ourselves again at the point of being, we always seem to denigrate, ourselves again at the point of being, fear kills even the most, fecund of seconds and i hold these close, why should having a child and a career, not be reconciled?, we always seem to denigrate, ourselves again at the point of being, we always seem to denigrate, ourselves again at the point of being, so lost the ephemeral everywhere, no cost that our future should have to bear, a sure start has unraveled been turned into, dust and to gravel to trample upon, trample upon, you must feel so proud, stigmatising every single mother, while your own world's falling down, you must feel so proud, stigmatising every single mother, while your own world's falling down