Buses flash by with their tired passengers
Spent after an eight-hour work day
benefitting the massive corporations
and the offices that go nowhere

Five miles away is home,
that box of brainwashed isolation that you call a television,
your domesticated canine that you call a companion,
that sad experience that you call a life

But right down the street,
there, waiting for you
is the bar, bustling with life and disregard for the outside world
it, too, is a trap in this cruel world

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