Poetry: Monetary loss
By Rita Heidtman Feb 2010
Corporate slaves
Draw gridlines
Into numerical mazes
Cubicle comfort
Clacking calculator keys
to fill wallets with pennies
Watching the clocks that stop
each time a glance is taken
Overfilling coffee pots
and staring at programming screens
just to say they're part of something
Daily routine
Mundane drawn out setting
And they look outside the frozen windows
to see the animals flying
Dying,
spreading wings
and scattering remains
all over side streets
As they wonder when their turn will be
to be set free.
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