Wasted.

Life is lived fast in these parts.
Just another rushed day with a fast pace and a negative tone. 
Yet another motive in someone's propagandistic mind. 
Haunted by routine and prediction through the repetition of actions. 
Jealous of the bohemian, devoted to work. 
A sheep in a crowd of suits fake smiles and contracts 
Afraid to take chances and  is led through life by telephone calls.
A mind littered with useless information, imperfections and unsocial obligation.
Trapped in this glass cell of business, then nothing but on-line shopping.
Graced by praise and inflicted through change.
A time keeping, never dating constant burden on the nation.
I put it to you his life is wasted.  

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