We are encumbered cogs in this endless turning wheel
Vicariously churning out mind-numbing work for
    the chiefs at large
Who sit in their corporate thrones
While we workers spin out our work
    in the throes below
That seems as useless as riding a stationary bike
That goes nowhere and offers nothing for us to look at
    but a blank wall instead of beautiful scenery we could see
    if we were on a real bike

We tediously work our day away
With nuances such as lunch and bathroom breaks
    that split up our doldrum day
Similar to the data that we enter that shows us no distinction
    from one person to another
Except for the repeated placement of our fingers
That enter these faceless entries
Into a system that has no soul
That supports the virtual lives it carries in it's data-base
Who count on us to be ever-so-accurate
So they can be a numbered cog
    in this endless turning data wheel

Why do we do all this
Mainly for a sometimes unforgiving paycheck
That we are addicted to like a person to coffee
    who relies on it to wake their ass up in the morning
That is our due pay for the hours we traded in for
So that in our minimal free time that comes to us
    in mere lots of seeming moments
We can eat like kings, see escapist movies, or whatever else
    that fancies us in this free space of time that is
    allotted to us so we can forget about our dull day job
    in our non-working hours
That gives us temporary relief from this
    ever present moment in time
    that we mostly feel completely lost in


by savvy-10/22/2000...

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