*De White Collar World*
. By.
*Chiddy and Melz*
*Chiddy*- Folded sleeves
Of the voiceless choir
Wearing willing leashes
And prisoner bows
Tons many games
When the time is day
Cofee drunk thoughts
For candle lit dates
*Melz* - colourless collars
Clothed in desaturated colours
Endless callers
Chewing kolas
Boring corners
I need a cola
*Chiddy*- I spread my wet white vests
Finely lined like the lover's party nests
In rows of perfect lines
Like the maze' demanding vines
Scatters of giant boulders
And trapped in caging songs
I bring the iron strings
To my pledged puppet master
And dance to ancient tunes
In fields of common sense
I pay the price
When I'm paid the price
At times deprived
Only to scream and cry
*Melz* - The friendly enemies
Competing and hating
Wearing and tearing
Behind closed doors
Of secretary and boss
Knives and swords
In the shape of sheets and pens
Snitches stitching their ends
And normal burying their dead
*Chiddy*- Oh when will I wake up sane?
*De White collar world*👔
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