Confessions of a Wage Slave
Time paces
-tick, tock-
life trudges between its
tick, tock.
hurry, hurry
-tick, tock-
rush to all the garbage pails
each minute means
another few cents
stalling means
no job to pay the rent
tick, tock
eat, eat
-tick, tock-
slender meals and bitter thoughts
of life and all its tick, talk.
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