The assault of expectations…

The mob of demanders clamoring for attention and information…

The whips of many taskmasters…

The bombs of anxiety dropped into your gut,

     stirring up stomach acid to scorch your esophagus…

The harried, choking lunches, providing energy and no joy…

The invisible eyes of the mythical stockholders

     boring into your soul through the flesh of your bent back,

     justifying inhumanities we inflict upon each other,

     the indignity of succumbing to crude instinct

     as we struggle to survive towering cages of glass and steel.

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