Doing my job as fast as I can to prove myself in the end
My nose to the grinder doing my best even in disappointment
Pumping out the work trying to make rate fast
No one noticed but must put up to keep my job best
Show up every day, do as the bosses say
Never complain and work till I am done in the day
Watched behind the computer screens as perfect comfort brings
Counted as a cog in the group of many deep bogs
Lost in numbers never seen as a human being
Clock is ticking and work is dropping
Just a number on a page for the bosses to see
Vanished from all existence
Just another machine
About the Creator
Sarah Danaher
I enjoy writing for fun. I like to write for several genres including fantasy, poetry, and dystopian, but I am open to trying other genres too. It has been a source of stress relief from my busy life.
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So many of us would find this relatable. Loved your poem!