Her face was closed
Her mind it seethed
Her dreams had all been sold
The Nightmare Working Drone was she
Commuting through the cold.
My apologies to Samuel Taylor Coleridge and his Rime of the Ancient Mariner. (I tweeted this pastiche on 19 June 2011 but I don’t think that matters.)
Can you imagine Mr Laudanum (Coleridge) with a day job, getting on the train in the morning to make his way to the office? I can’t.