The Median

February 13, 2012
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Traverse the median, your tie is loose
Your day was long, your face: longer
Work is your life, dreams have become a luxury
Your car is nonexistent, neither are your aspirations
So you walk the median
The cars pass you just as the years do
Your feet are callous and so is your brain
You hold the tears back every day
Because each moment is pitiful
The working class owns you
Politicians earn your disdain by merely existing
You leave, you arrive, you leave, you arrive, you sleep
Your life is simple
Your life is agonizing
There is no escape
You feel tired
You feel deeply pressed into a recession
You feel deeply pressed into a recess
You feel deep pressed into recess
You feel deep-pressed in two
You feel depressed too
You feel depressed
You are depressed

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