The Office Worker
Matthew turns on his stuffy computer,
Early in the office, there are no staff.
A specialist in his line of commerce,
Day in, day out, his hours are robotic;
Matthew works in a nine-to-five routine,
His long hours do so predictably close.
Matthew and his colleagues are not too close,
He chats to his wife on his computer
When they aren't looking. Bored of his routine,
He's not usually questioned by the staff,
A machine company chain, robotic,
Since he delivers so much to commerce.
A lot is automated in commerce,
Keeping much impersonal and not close,
The staff's movements are also robotic,
Faces fixated on the computer
Screen, that has them all at their desks. The staff
Can't go anywhere, it's a tight routine.
Matthew wants a break away from routine,
He just cannot get away from commerce,
The same names again, impersonal staff,
No fresh air when they would the windows close
When cold. Constantly at his computer
Which does nothing for a life robotic.
He's more friendly with machines robotic,
Copiers, fax machines in his routine,
Telephones, impersonal computer,
Behaves the way machines want in commerce.
That's all he knows as the whole day draws close,
He forgets to say 'Goodbye' to the staff
When he leaves, for they won't notice, the staff
And they're all in their own world robotic.
Another claustrophobic day draws close,
And the next, and the next in his routine.
The weekend, too, has imprints of commerce,
No other way of life, but computer.
Automated staff, active computer,
Every day robotic, for it's commerce -