slave world

we live in a world
of factories,
hunched over
our keyboards,
chained to our desks,
our phones,
our laptops.
there is no leaving
the job
anymore.
we drag our so important
work
into homes
into families.
there is no escape.
there is no time to smell
the roses,
for there are no roses.
they're dead,
unwatered or cared for,
the violets too.
all night, all day.
the beeps and bells
keep sounding.
demanding
come to your master,
dear slaves.