You know
We all swallow our
Tablets
Are all poisoned by
Our own bad
Medicine
We paint a picture
Of the day 
Upon our 
Inane happy faces
Set our alarms
And struggle 
Out of bed
Trudge the Monday morning
Blues
Salute the Friday finish
Buy dreams in
Bottles or in packets
From here or there
Always someone 
Will sell
Always someone 
Will buy
And we spend our
Free time
Drinking 
Or dancing
Or sleeping 
Or avoiding
And then we start
Up the motor
Run round the wheel 
Again
Rats in a trap
Mice in a cage
As free as the next animal
Who though aware 
Of its existence
Doesn't recognise
its own
Predator
However many times
It looks
In the 
Mirror