Thoughts on Observing the Passing Parade to the Men's Room

What is it like to be like that?
Ugly and sullen, mindless - a rat -
Missing a shoe, with a hole in his hat -
Where does he go in the rain?

What was he like?  Was he ever unhurt?
Youthful and slender, and smiling, alert?
Brushing his teeth?  Wearing a shirt?
Sanitized?  Savory?  Sane?

But Lo!  He arises!
Limps down the street.
And No!  What surprises!
With shoes on his feet!
And a shirt on his back!
He is going somewhere!
Tho his jaw still hangs slack -
And, there's filth in his hair.

Finally, he arrives at the place
With a stultified, cynical set to his face,
Opens a door, creeps down a hall,
Slumps at a desk, stares at a wall.

And in offices - others
Just like him - exist!
What does this tell us?
What have we missed?

Simply that idiocy
isn't alone --
In IBM, 203, Boca Raton.