Verse Exercises

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CommuterNothing so mundane as lining up at the drugstore and drifting away, shifting out of focus, staring at nothing in particular, to grant respite to a mind all muddled into soup by the repetitiveness of a day job. I begin to understand what ekeing out a living means, begin feeling the discontent of a laborer, underpaid and overworked. For the first time feeling the burden of tax, the wracking doubts of job insecurity, hearing apprehensive murmurs about the late pay, the social security contributions that don’t get remitted, and underneath it all the growing alienation easily stirred into discontent by every little whisper of injustice, rumor or truth.


Written by thedoe

February 12, 2013 at 10:46 pm

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