Each morning we see
the refugees who flee
their warm, comforting homes
for stress filled biomes

Like zombies they press
into the metal worm’s recess
to end up in their cubicles
disgorging pointless articles
and we wonder why they’re depressed

What an existence we’ve built.

Intelligent life? I might refute.


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