Courtesy of holy rail

The corridor is white and heaven lit
Angels walked down toward earth in it
They were questioned by a neighbor
The angels said they were bored and wanted to labor

They said back up there it's the old cool routine
With a million miles of peace and bliss
And every blessing from the source itself
They want diversity and variety of flavors

Then they meet the multiple of human faces
angel envy in their dullened eyes
Second thoughts brace their angel minds
But the curly gates have shut and Saint Peter smirks

He smirks an "I told you so" smirk
Reflecting a new sense of authority
And a grin that said "declined"
Haughty angels tested him to no avail

And were sent back to earth
courtesy of the holy rail

Factory brain

The treadmills won't push themselves
That fur your growing on your back warms you in the pasture
You could be the universe's favorite clone
Unknowingly staring at god as he smirked

The inside joke only sinking in by puberty
and manifesting through your 9-5 contribution
your early twenties edition
the physical full mixed with the psychological lack

The knee bend to pick up the box 20 kilo packed
Overhead quotes that have a kindergarten tincture
The bravado so shallow and stale it stinks on the very breathe it sails on
You crash on the rocks pre 30's some dry spell

Distance from inspiration
No vehicle to get you there
Hangovers comfort your internal resignation
Tell you mediocre is okay

You are at work in your head
Even on your holiday