I sit alone
in my gray cubicle
no windows to remind me
I am not being properly
compensated
for the life I am losing
The world is passing me by
Dogs and Daughters
are dying
Fathers, Mothers, Sons, Brothers
dying
while my boss
carelessly cuts, dissects
my life in sequence
for easy consumption
by the corporation
seconds turn into minutes
minutes into hours
hours into days
days into weeks
weeks into months
months into years
years into decades
he is eating my life
one thin, worn dime
at a time
and I am told
when I am old
enough to need it
social security 
will no longer exist
They will put
we geezers out 
to pasture
w/ no healthcare
no life insurance
all of our loved ones
will be dead
but we can eat
all the grass we want.

This is quite sad, the raw emotion shouts out and several lines really stay fresh in my memory.

Keep \'em coming buddy!

This really resonates with me because that\'s how I felt working in a cubicle  Thanks for sharing!

It does flow really well together.I can see how it would relate anyone working alone day in day out.

different..  I like different  

It make me think about the subject you wrote about, I like this poem. Well done /profile/5-homesickalienpoet/\" data-ipshover=\"\" data-ipshover-target=\"http://poetryartonline.com/profile/5-homesickalienpoet/?do=hovercard\" data-mentionid=\"5\">@HomesickAlienPoet