| Clickety-Clack By David Roth © 21st February, 2005 Clickety-clackity, clickety-clack, Riding the Trolley to work and then back, Clickety-clackity, clickety-clack, Big wheels are turning on steel-ribboned track. Jammed in like cattle on slaughterhouse day, Onward it rumbles to carry away, Cargo of mindless held captive are they, Caught in the maelstrom of earning their pay. Endless delirium, jammed in a seat, Clinging to sanity, dead on their feet, Nodding as other sad cattle they greet, Reading the paper and being discreet. Each destination they exit the barge, Silently hand the gate keeper his charge, Mindless abandon, the day looming large, Later returning in hope to recharge. Day after day on this merry go round, Cattle in business suits waxing profound, Glass-eyed acceptance, dismay’s breeding ground, Lost in the clickety-clackity sound. |
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