They have monotonous jobs
Live monotonous lives
Nothing ever changes
Just the same thing over and over again!
No urge to change
Anything new is frightening
Don't bother to suggest a rendezvous
You will be answered with a shake of the head,
Left, right, left right,
In quick succession
They are not unhappy
But neither are they jubilant
They have settled in
They are part of the furnishing
Endless, timeless
They remain
Brain dead.
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