A Modern Tragedy

Scene I:  A Cubicle.

Flurry, blurry, scurry, worry,
Move aside, I’m in a hurry!

Fast food lunch and noodle dinner
Stress –my diet– makes me thinner.
Honk the horn, give a salute,
Drive to work, a short commute
Requiring hours, traffic delays,
Bad news on the radio plays.
Amid the morning jokes and songs.
Where are the heroes righting wrongs?

Flurry, blurry, scurry, worry,
Move aside, I’m in a hurry!

And while I’m asking, why is my
Paycheck so short, and bills so high?
Life is filled with business,
And little time to fix the mess
That grows with every passing hour
Hands thrown up:   “I have no power,”
It’s not my fault the world won’t change,
What can I do to rearrange?
I’m just a cog in a machine,
A rage of purest frustration,
“Hell-broth” stirred in a coffee pot-
A bitter black brew’s all I’ve got.

Flurry, blurry, scurry, worry,
Move aside, I’m in a hurry!

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