Everyday People

Lays awake the Java Junkie,
Opportunities for sleep lacking,
Replaced with his brew of bean.

Shirt and tie tight and constraining,
Social straight jacket of conformity,
The daily attire of the corporate insane.

The trains run late as usual,
A taxi will still rip you off,
And cars spew smoke as we choke on air.

Your cubical gray and absent of life,
Temporal void where time stops in place,
Stare off in the distance, daily coma.

The common plight of everyday people,
Parasitic routine drains our souls of life,
Dawn to a new day of the damned.