Shut down faces in locked up cars
Grim visaged sufferers
Moving from one hell
To another
Tensely gripping wheels
Locked, loaded
Despairing
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
Entertainment
Dumbed down slumber inducing excuses for not thinking
So bring on the next
Distraction
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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