I Miss You
Bob A. Feldman
A folk song/love song--written in 1976--about the loss of freedom experienced when a lover is forced to return to the Death Culture office world of 9-to-5 wage slavery.
I miss you when you work
Enslaved by the corporate man
I miss the food you cook
I miss your loving hand;
I miss your shining eyes
I miss your long loose hair
I miss the words you speak
I miss your heartbeat near.
I miss your laughter loud
I miss your devoted gaze
I miss your warm embrace
Which brightens up the day;
I miss your joyful voice
I miss your companionship
I miss you sitting close
I miss your kissing lips.
I miss your politics
I miss your Irish rage
I miss your Irish songs
I miss the games we played;
I miss the walks we took
When we joked about the pigs
I miss the plays we read
I miss the deep passions.
I miss the many pleasures
That money cannot purchase
I miss you being home
Who needs their world of business?
I miss your spirit free
Not locked in the office prison
I miss your rebellious flame
I miss you with your weapons.