pause for thought...

copious comments styled within time
as copious people all stand in a line,
all frantic, wound as a ball of twine,
consuming each syllable

corperates and commoners mingled together,
each keep to the own and talk of the weather,
ones hands are soft, the others like leather
such is societies flaws

consider communities fraught with fear,
panic  ensues at the slight smell of beer,
being pauper or posh means nothing here
for everyone feels the same

for everyone speaks of anothers day,
for bordem ticking each second away,
not wanting to be the first to complain,
so it all gets left unsaid

till its time to pay for their bread......