Body for rent

Amid the clamor for careers,

Dreams promised in binary capsules,

Growth unceasing, rushing on.

In the end, call it what you will:

Doctor, Lawyer, Employee, Employer.

Aren't we all titled as humans, still?

Ultimately, we carve our souls,

Our spirit's timber losing its grain,

Shrinking from sequoias to hollow stumps.

Chasing our precious careers,

Wearing our precious titles,

Polishing our precious veeners.

In the end, every day

We march down a path of decay,

Proudly bearing the sign,

"Body for rent."