The Luckless They bend over computers all day long Causing bad nerves, and wondering What’s it all for. Most of the time, there’s a silence So great it puts one in a stupor. Always the murky thinking what went wrong? We talk funny, walk funny, and sit down funny, Always out of place. Our footsteps controlled by those we do not see. I see a man sitting at a cubicle, and it looks As if he has been sitting there for centuries He’s a big guy and his bones and muscles are rigid, While he sits as if he were a human statue. I speak to him and it’s difficult for him to react, He’s been waiting for far too long I want to free him from this, but I can’t A petite woman walks buy with nervous, blue eyes, She must be on caffeine or speed Her eyes dart through casualties all around her. Wait patiently, those clocks won’t lift you out of here Those old women know something that I do not know Their patience seems transcendental. They wait calmly and bravely. As nearly everyone ponders how and what Went wrong?