Office prisoner – Poem

My back aches

Sitting all day on this metal chair.

People in this office

Don’t know how to be comfortable.

How can I work

From nine to five

Sitting on this chair?

 

Grey walls

And big screens

Make me feel

A prisoner.

People in this office

Work like robots

From nine to five

Sitting in this cage.

 

The only warmness

In the room

Is my smile.

Smiling at the screen

While sitting

On this metal chair

Between those grey walls.

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