ratrace begins its morning well streets heave beneath the human swell a million drones to work take flight homes not to be seen till start of night synthetic worlds with corporate air polished teeth and moulded hair nature banished no scene no green just buzzwords and a computer screen envy those of centuries past no astro turf just real grass a landscape full and rich with green no concrete plastic beasts be seen but now i finish,sign off my screen just binary digits where once i'd been stated impressions of this morning now lunch is over and the boss is calling....
Reason for writing:
a bad start to the day......
Birth sign: Not entered
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