Beg Your Pardon

Rise and shine.
Didn't we have a time.
No more mixing
Martinis and cheap wine.

Wilma, honey,
You did great.
Put on your face,
I'm running late.

Through the turnstiles.
Off to work.
Subway lady,
"Some sorta jerk."

Not much different
At the bank.
They don't know me,
Just file and rank.

All illusion.
Scrambled eggs.
Crank confusion,
The question begs.

Who will listen?
Who believes?
I've got nothing
Up my sleeves.

Wake up, darling.
You'll be late.
Tell Burt Sampson,
​He'll have to wait.

2/23/26
ZONE S3E27