03 - Time (Wasted)
Clicking away. The Bak'ry, it takes up your whole day.
You sit here and waste your hours; mind wand'ring astray.
Sticking around, you've suddenly found, something profound:
A brilliant idea; something to blow them away.
Tired whilst typing in the moonlight,
staying up to rack your brain
Youve got thoughts that need expressing. Theres no time at all to waste.
Looking at the clock you find, ten hours have got behind you
Press submit, your post is done: You wait for Bone or Bun
Handed bun after bun, "I AM number one," so you're thinking,
Holding your ground; a thousand croissants to your name.
While buns bring you fame, you will never attain, what you're after:
A marketable smash, that one day, brings you some cash.
Businessmen wont fund your project; firms dont want to lend a dime.
Engineers would rather not, claiming they dont have the time.
Son, hang up your wild aspirations, is all that they'll say.
Your time is up, your dream is over. (It was stupid anyway.)
04 - The Great Gig on the Net
"And I'm not frightened of fishbones, on any of my ideas, any one at all. Why should I be frightened? There's no reason for it, you've gotta get boned sometime."
"If you can read this anno, you'll know who gave you that fishbone."
"I never said I was frightened of fishbones."
Don't care bout fishbones, boh-oh-oh-oh-ones
(and so forth).
05 - Pastry
Pastry, get away.
Make a good pun, get bunned, and youre okay.
Pastry, so its true.
Rolls get doled by those without a clue.
Haiku, custard too, pirates, paintball.
Same old crap, no novelty at all.
Pastry, get back.
Good posts get jack; garbage gets heaping stacks.
Pastry, its a load.
Dont tell me its rightfully bestowed.
Im here to try and dispel any dumb-ass praiseful thoughts
Pastry, its a lie.
Wheel it, deal it, without even asking why.
Pastry, so Im told
Is only given to Bakery Gold.
But if youd open your eyes, youd be surprised that theyre
Giving tons away.