The hustle looks like a morning train
Some determined riders stacked
In a stew of human routine
That’s when roads get noisy
and rough thoroughfare force
jumping of lights or every rule
No mercy, as the entry to offices
will be the beginning of crowded
schedules, or scoring points
That’s when solitude will recede
into its only meaningful abode
Masters will follow slaves
Official Duty
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