Ground Underfoot

You didn’t say what you meant
How should I have known it?
If not for ground underfoot
I might have laid my back in it
I might have laid my back in it
For long I lay asunder
And the notices of the board
Under which you suffer
When
I escape Tuesday
There will not be an email
There will not be a phone call
When
Distracted by the Orwell
Then I’ll be gone
And all will be well
Yeah, all is going to be well