Poetry

Mr. Suit and Tie Soldier

written by: OurSacredHonor

Mr. Suit and Tie Soldier
Marches off to work each weekday
He lives for five PM
Almost as much as he lives for payday
But he never really lives at all
So don't believe him when he'll say
"I must do this, yes I have to,
This is the only way"

The pitter-patter of busy feet
Meet the concrete that lines the streets
Of the city that never sleeps
The rhythmic mechanical sound of robots
Only interrupted when a cabbie beeps


Mr. Suit and Tie Soldier
Takes commands and follows them well
If he was ever unhappy
No one could ever tell
He thinks his only chance for survival
Is to keep going through this hell
Doesn't see more in this miserable life
Than his paperwork and clientele

Traffic jams and market plans
A constant huddled mass mumbling, but no one understands
Gridlocked at the center of the corporate world
Buildings cast in stone and steel where stones are henceforth hurled

Mr. Suit and Tie Soldier
Never took the time to look back
Or to pick himself up and defend himself from
The continuing attack
But words are no longer binding
As a match ignites the contract
Freedom is born on this morn from his scorn
As he's learned to throw the stones back

"Caring" corporate creator crushing consumer choice
Victory veiled violently by vendetta's vibrant voice

They live in glass homes
And we now hold the stones...

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