Knockoff Drops
Nothing feels better than enduring a day at a hard job and knocking off.
Knockoff: it’s how you feel at half past five.
I want that feeling synthesised. All other drugs I will stop so long as I’ve got knockoff drops.
Chapped knuckles, sunburn on your neck, nostrils clogged, aching arches, hamstrings hamstrung cause all day you’ve been on your feet for peeps who half the time forget to say their Qs and Ps

The feeling when you’ve been on your knees eating sandpaper dust from dawn til dusk for fifteen fifty minus five ‘cause your radiator’s bust and you had to pay to take the bus, after tax you gap it with just fifty bucks

Yeah the knockoff sensation at the end of the day is your only compensation, knockoff: the right to drop the paintbrush or switch that Macbook off
They oughta sell knockoff in a box, knockoff droplets, smokeable knockoff, refine and crystallise it,

People would pay for the sensation of five o’clock liberation from enslavement, I’m telling you
knockoff would make a meeeean methamphetamine
The feeling of changing into white sneakers and tight clean jeans after you’ve been in dungarees from eight til eight
You walk away from rich cunts’ estates after gardening in the heat all day with just a fistful, just a snifter of pay, minimum wage, inhumane
Shit, when you come off an eight hour shift at Countdown, Caltex, K-Fry, Subway or the Northern Advocate the way knock off drops elates some days… does it compensate?

Take away the cost of what you spend on V and nicotine to get you through
then take petrol away and there’s a hundy left, but don’t hold your breath, those triple digits will be sand-in-the-hand washed away
By credit card or childcare fees that decrease take-home pay (plus another 13 dollars lost on a feed of BK cause on the way home the smell of the grill got up your nose into your brain.)

Maybe you caved when it was sposda be an Eftpos-free day and bought an overpriced Coke to lubricate your throat
You coulda had 75 but for the Red Bull and the pie,
minus off the cost of hot showers in your personal hours to wash off your back your boss, subtract the hour lost cause you’re too tired to drive and you have to pull into a layby.

Knockoff, yo: it’s when I’m drivin into a bright horizon and I get home and my son went to bed an hour ago
but I kiss his face and my little guy’s eyes are open even though it’s past his bedtime
How you stand being working poor? Aren’t you mad you’re always hungry, you got no money for luxuries?
Nah, I’m off my rocker on knockoff drops, I’m high, feelin fine
The boss can’t touch me when I clock off.
This is MY time.