Coffee replaces blood, <br />televisions replace the mind. <br />Just another day here, <br />in corporate America. <br /> <br />Driving to work, <br />one by one. <br />We march to our deaths, <br />in small metal coffins. <br /> <br />Eight hours a day, <br />sometimes more than forty a week. <br />Lives grinding away tick by tick, <br />Death watches and waits. <br /> <br />We try to find moments, <br />yet they hide in the mundane. <br />Erased from the computer, <br />there is no room for those anymore. <br /> <br />Day after day, <br />week after week we burn. <br />Our candles run on caffeine and electricity, <br />burning hot and fast. <br /> <br />We all eventually fall, <br />giving in to corporate America. <br />No time to sit in idle, <br />Death is on a schedule.<br /><br />Brian Hinckley<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/corporate-america/
