Middle Class Slaves

Shut down faces in locked up cars

Grim visaged sufferers

Moving from one hell

To another

Tensely gripping wheels

Locked, loaded


Staring ahead at lonely roads

Going nowhere

Stop and go traffic

Moving like a tide

Armies of the self-shackled

Working overtime

Willing slaves salved by soporific


Dumbed down slumber inducing excuses for not thinking

So bring on the next


The next sleight of hand trick

To fall for

As long as it maintains the stasis of inaction



David Trudel  © 2012

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