you can find
me up on top of this brick building at 6am stretching rain or shine to start my
life each day you can find
me in the cafe ordering coffee at 8am like I have been for the past twenty
years you can find me walking
down 86th and park at 8:15am at a brisk pace to catch the 8:18 bus to columbus
circle you can find me
taking the stairs to the 12th floor you can find me checking my voicemail you can find me working a 12 hour
job until I collapse from exhaustion and have a brain aneurism and be placed in
a grave in westchester and that's where I'll be.
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This sounds like the lives of white collared workers... Rigid, scheduled, automated...
ReplyDeleteThis sounds like the lives of white collared workers... Rigid, scheduled, automated...
ReplyDeleteThank you Jason
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