nose
in the screen,
back aching from sitting so long.
at the beck and call
of bosses.
so far down on the food chain.
i remember
those long hours,
weekends,
holidays at the desk.
no extra pay.
it was what was
expected of me.
self inflicted slavery.
cracking your own whip
upon your back.
i remember it well as i see
you go to work now
at the break of dawn,
seven days a week.
through rain and hail,
ice and snow,
how long can this go on.
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