Burying the Living

Every day we wake up.
Every day we drag ourselves from bed.
Every day we drive to work.
Every day we sit in cubicles.
Every day we bury the living.
A shovel full of stupid, brainless, robotic work.
This is the dirt with which we bury the living.

Every evening we drive home from work.
Every evening we eat dinner.
Every evening we watch TV.
Every evening we go to bed.
Every evening we bury the living.
A shovel full of drivel, moronic television.
This is the dirt with which we bury the living.

One day we will wake up.
One day we will drag ourselves from bed.
One day we will drive to work.
One day we will sit in carpeted caskets.
One day our children will bury the living.
A shovel full of our words, our fears, our works.
And we will be buried living.