Nine To Five Poem by Seph Dent
Nine To Five
We move together like cockroaches
Boarding our trains and ccoaches
We wear the same skin
Live the same lives of sin
Produce the same vermin
And the same lies within
The things we do produce the worst after taste
We live in absolute disgrace
Our lives a complete waste
And I'm not proud to show my face
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
Written on the train, on the way home from my boring office job - which I quit last week.
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