Today I start
To work my art
And draw you in
With words in rhyme
To tell of my time
In society's bin.
It's all to do with timing
And rhyming.
This shall be no post-modern exercise
Of free verse to astound your eyes
With smart structural acrobatics;
And here shall be truth with just a few dramatics.
Is it an interesting life or a boring one?
Like yours it's full of dull moments and fun.
My work life balance is just like yours
And I spend half my life indoors,
Sat under flickering tubular lights;
Only coming alive at nights.
An everyman
With a lifespan
And a life plan --
Neither of them working out;
Neither of them free from doubt.
I choose to write instead of shout.
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