Where do they come from?
These solid men in solid suit,
Who blandly smile and steal the loot;
Their briefcase filled with empty sheet
Just like the power of their bleat?
Who had them in their womb?
Where were they named?
These formless shapes in shapeless shirt,
Who run their life to dodge the hurt;
Their lunchbox filled with mouldy bread
Just like the content of their head?
Who cried out at their birth?
Where did they inhale life?
These lifeless masks on drawnback breast,
Who hide their frailty 'neath their chest;
Their meek grey world so like a vest
Just like their life devoid of zest?
Who proudly showed them off?