9 To 5 Poem by Peter Swan

Clean shaven, suited and booted he boards the train.
Crowded, the smell of sweat in his face.
Desperate for communication but no ones communicating.
Caffeine related stress, computer related madness.
Profits, ambitions, constant goals and creative intuition.
Working as a team but completely isolated.
Excellent interpersonal skills but no ones being personal.
While Information Technology freely flows, the traffic stands still.
Phone calls, scheduled meetings, hands gripped tight saying
I’m strong but I know your not.
Automation
Globilisation.
Deforestation.
Decimation.
New World Order or is that New World Chaos!

Sod this I’m off to Tenerife!