Dolly's Resolute
In my cubical I sit
Strapped to perform the task for which I’ve been programmed
Molded to their way of thinking
In my cubical I sit
Twist tied in place behind this acrylic screen
A window to those who consume others like me
So we sit in our air tight cubicles
performing task not of our own making
By Robb A. Kopp
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