machine

the time has finally came
for me to
leave school
and
enter the working life.

i get up,
wear my clothes,
listen to mom
shouting about life
while she makes breakfast.
today she makes my favorite.
baked beans, eggs and chips.

got on the train,
put on my mp3,
hand in hand with
the other drones
of the working economic system.

spend 8 hours at work.
its basicly high school all over again.
there's a bully, a clown, a kiss-ass, and groupies.

next day,
no favorite breakfast meal.