Poetric

Everyone else was rolling to their
Workaday occupations

While this group of folk
Like so many crows
Working together to
Antagonize their neighbors

They pushed buttons
Picked up little projects
Of no import
But their own amusement

Sometimes they didn't talk
To each other for days
Then suddenly
With little planning
They were pushing towards
An invented goal

Realizing
Aren't they all made up?

While the rest of us
Were tapping our watches
And punching our clocks
Like they were our faces in the mirror

#Poetry