"Job Satisfaction"A Poem by Martin SeeToiling for a livingUtterances of noise on the subway Cramped together rubbing shoulder to shoulder to make it on time Putrid odour of gossip fills the morning air like stale cigarettes shared between bashful non-smokers Banality is the topic of the day Do I really need to know the price of baked beans The papers are voicing the words of a singular view I can't take off my rose-tinted glasses for fear of what I might see I join the flock of sheep ready for slaughter I might get lost on my own and carry my six pound burden on my back I'm off to paradise I'm getting to paradise I will spend the next ten hours in my cage enjoying paradise I am off to work. © 2009 Martin SeeReviews
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