Worker Bees - 2012/06/12

Groggily they rise from beds
Seeking stimulants with fervor
For them there is no other way

They proceed to work in droves
Herded like cattle for the kill
Believing its just another day

Facing a wall of pointlessness
In the form of mad assignments
Democracy yet they have no say

They rush out for a brief lunch
Lusting for even a tiny escape
Ready to return home and play

Yet their time is forever lost
Scattered as ashes in the wind
This body which they ever flay

Tomorrow the cycle begins anew
Most are unaware of its effect
For them there is no other way

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