A poem about modern life
The ticking clock of the morning bell,
The ringing chimes of this timed cell.
Tired bodies dragged across the hall,
For you wonder what has caused this fall.
The roads split as the blossoms bloom,
A canned stomach as a morning gloom.
Trudging through this beaten path,
Lost have I, my youths hearth.
Like a hunted prairie dog on sprint,
I have longed for the end of my stint.
But alas this is what it takes,
To feed mouths or turn into flakes.
This timed cell of wonder,
With high pressure and no blunder,
Catches one by storm,
Ending one's life along with the swarm.
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