Running rats for hands of clock to seize
To slow that frantic pace
Just to save face
In the race,
And all of us in line
Obeying the signs
Just killing time,
Breathing artificial air
bad day at work hon?
this is way cool and so sarcastiscly true.
made me think of that Bob Seger song.."Feel Like a Number"...
work is such a waste of good poetry writing time...BUT it does allow SOME of us computer time to play in Passions (not mentioning any names) LOL
stalking you still, your jm
Do you live by the book, do you play by the rules
Do you care what is thought by others about you
If this day is all that is promised to you
Do you live for the present, the future the past...