Shapely figures

Bunched together

On moving belts.

A Constant rhythm

Of inane chatter

Always following

The silent rule,

position.  

Loudly advertising

Their disregard.

Dwelling on

Petty nuisances.

Free time,

The one

Grievance

Shared by all.  

The boarding joke.
An easy answer,

Or fleeting fancy?

Freedom’s envy,

Banishing blessings

For a dream

Of broken bonds.  

Reconciled

With their place.

Money to spend

To fill a day

In endless activity   

of leisure pursuits.     

The finer comforts

A bottomless pit.    

The few forced

Awkwardly

To sneak away.

Hiding a disgrace,

Through a mask.

Yet, another role

As unconvincing

As the last.  

Demons of a kind

Nurtured by man

Of treated skin,

And perfect shape,

Lacking substance

Deeper in.

Yet, the model

A symptom

not the cause.

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Read “The Modern Environment” or “Two Lanes”