A layman am I an outcast, or nation's motto has changed?
In front of the secretary, a cheap man I stand
She pretends not to see me, online chats has robbed her conscience
Will she wake up and guess that I need service?
Smile draws and gone to the two lines of her mouth
She writes something using her phone screen,
I see, hands on my forehead, I am upset
At twelve she pauses, she visits a restaurant
I am told to wait till at two when she comes back
Is this progress we we've waited for, Or today is an online day?
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