The Coldness
Locked inside the office
Nine to five
Too budy to read the morning papers
Too frustruating to read the colleages
Too unwilling to read
The boss high expectations
Too busy to read the world
The mind is tangling hard
With the cold and bold money affairs
The hands are counting
The cold and hard shillings
Back home
Too tired to read the family's faces
Too tired to read a novel
Too tired to care
At last
Fall asleep with the night papers
To sleepy to listen
To the grumbling of the outside world
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