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Drapes are closed but the sun gets through
Summer morning, birds a-tweeting
Sweat on sheets, personal dew
Two more snoozes then up for meeting

A chunk of mahogany
Surrounded by suits
Well-shaved chins
Playing silk flutes

Golden cuff links
Slide over shine
Reaching for Perriere:
Businessman's wine

The big-haired girl
With tight lips and skirt
With clipboard and pen
In a roomful of men
She manages managers
Directs the directors
Away from the P's and Q's they might blurt

When minutes are taken
They while away hours
In a concrete maze
With the rented flowers

The plastic shag carpet
The paper thin walls
The wood-textured desk
Holding five clacking balls

The photo of daughter
The drawing by son
The lunch packed by wife:
Ham and cheese in a bun

Like a silent fire drill
At four-thirty flat
The lifts are sardined
With impersonal chat

All hoping to beat
The motorized fleet-
The Mercedes armada
That trawls down their street

Curtains open, sun goes down
A day in credit, a night in debt
A silent pillow away from town
Night light off, alarm clock set

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