Waiting

I work for the man that doesn't  have to work .
Who drives and divides grams too the smallest fractions.  
He don't care about me he leaves me sitting for ages.
I'm around the corner and two seconds he says .
I tell him a plethora of lies and false promises.
Just to get him to pull out the cure .
I one day will move on to the next world or the other .
It's a shame that the boy has been my brother .
There are a many of me and I move in bad taste .
I have dwelled in a many cold cellars .
To the  attic I truly aspire .
I hope one day I can make this all go away .
No hope for the future and all must pay .
I would pray but that dream is forgotten .
Many dead words that have fallen under my pillow .
What's the use is all that echoes in my septic mind.
All I need to do is make the call .
My life has been nothing more than a busy  line.
I guess all I have to do is wait .