The Daily Grind

The Daily Grind (单调的日常) - Little Comets

Tears on the abdomen

Of a woman but it's OK

For she has a baby

Flexibly skiving with

Benefits driving the daily

Mail says it's a holiday

We always seem to denigrate

Ourselves again at the point of being

We always seem to denigrate

Ourselves again at the point of being

Fear kills

Even the most

Fecund of seconds

And I hold these close

Why should

Having a child

And a career

Not be reconciled

We always seem to denigrate

Ourselves again at the point of being

We always seem to denigrate

Ourselves again at the point of being

So lost

The ephemeral everywhere

No cost

That our future should have to bear

A sure start

Has unraveled been turned into

Dust and to gravel to trample upon trample upon

You must feel so proud

Stigmatizing every single mother

While your own world's falling down

You must feel so proud

Stigmatizing every single mother

While your own world's falling down