Void
Check mark. Another on the list.
Grease encrusted floors swell up to my neck.
White, illuminating lights, synthetic sun.
Characters of all kind, rush in and out,
Expecting my energy to save them a minute,
Although Nature and man relieve an hour.
Punch in. Punch out. Oh, the days of tedium.
Suffocation of the modern Human.
Poem written by Shannon E. Stone. November 10, 2010.
YOU ARE READING
Void
PoetryI worked in food service for several years. If anyone has, they can relate to this poem.
