when the pin drops
five o' clock
doesn't make a sound

on the way to work
a morning jerk
carpool masses gather 'round

wheels turn
engines burn
speeding for the door

crashing through
always do
at five and thirty four

suns up
so what?
now we're hot and sweaty

bell drops
three o'clock
and now we're getting ready

home from work
evening jerk
stumbling through the door

and it's five o'clock
pin drops
ready for some more

dope!

Life is hard and then ...

Poem that makes one feel it ... bad!