Divived:
The streets seem to dictate--
The divides between people,
A neighborhood of strangers,
Seen everyday, yet no words said--
Between men and women,
The children are the only ones,
Brave enough to truly talk,
While the adults get in cars,
And drive away to traffic,
To sit, seated in the street,
Highways highly inefficient--
Conveyer belts.
The grey walls of cubicles,
Divide us while we go about the usual,
Brutal mutual irrefutable delusional--
Avoidance of your co-workers,
Sipping that Earl Grey and--
Avoiding eye contact.
The clacking of the clicking keyboards is crucial,
While the boss keeps a visual, of the individuals,
Separate in cubicle prisons, the chains attached,
To the coffee cups and computers, institutional.
The school desks, a school boy rests,
Doing his tests, while his patience is tested,
Other young students, (not well rested)
Are being tested, looking at the paper, uninvested,
They wanted to leave the test for later,
The teacher protested, "This information needs--
To be digested! Keep your focus arrested!"
He requested, testing (the patience) of the segmented boys and girls.
The prison cells, don't suit them well.
A separated segregated suitable hell.
Fathers yell, and kids revel in rebellion.
The sporadic erratic philosophy lost,
In the lack of our curiosity,
We lose our generosity, avoiding interactions,
And running away from commitments--
Our promises, with terminally tragic velocity.
Humanity forgotten, left behind,
Like the young children we once were,
The titles and words we use to describe each other,
Friend, enemy, acquaintance, beloved, brother.
Diced and divided we stand and fall,
Together, one another, or not one at all.
Critiques welcomed and encouraged!
The streets seem to dictate--
The divides between people,
A neighborhood of strangers,
Seen everyday, yet no words said--
Between men and women,
The children are the only ones,
Brave enough to truly talk,
While the adults get in cars,
And drive away to traffic,
To sit, seated in the street,
Highways highly inefficient--
Conveyer belts.
The grey walls of cubicles,
Divide us while we go about the usual,
Brutal mutual irrefutable delusional--
Avoidance of your co-workers,
Sipping that Earl Grey and--
Avoiding eye contact.
The clacking of the clicking keyboards is crucial,
While the boss keeps a visual, of the individuals,
Separate in cubicle prisons, the chains attached,
To the coffee cups and computers, institutional.
The school desks, a school boy rests,
Doing his tests, while his patience is tested,
Other young students, (not well rested)
Are being tested, looking at the paper, uninvested,
They wanted to leave the test for later,
The teacher protested, "This information needs--
To be digested! Keep your focus arrested!"
He requested, testing (the patience) of the segmented boys and girls.
The prison cells, don't suit them well.
A separated segregated suitable hell.
Fathers yell, and kids revel in rebellion.
The sporadic erratic philosophy lost,
In the lack of our curiosity,
We lose our generosity, avoiding interactions,
And running away from commitments--
Our promises, with terminally tragic velocity.
Humanity forgotten, left behind,
Like the young children we once were,
The titles and words we use to describe each other,
Friend, enemy, acquaintance, beloved, brother.
Diced and divided we stand and fall,
Together, one another, or not one at all.
Critiques welcomed and encouraged!
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