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He was a simple man,
A bag of air held together by buttons, cufflinks, and a tie.
Each morning was spent underground,
Hurtling forward on the steel horse of public transportation.
Emergining just as the sun came up,
he cursed each morning that the escalators were out of service.
Racing the sun into his office building,
he managed to shut himself in the elevator just before it really got bright.
His world was four walls, his window a screen.
A bag of air held together by buttons, cufflinks, and a tie.
Each morning was spent underground,
Hurtling forward on the steel horse of public transportation.
Emergining just as the sun came up,
he cursed each morning that the escalators were out of service.
Racing the sun into his office building,
he managed to shut himself in the elevator just before it really got bright.
His world was four walls, his window a screen.