Dragging feet in to the factory of doom

Break the security lock with the secret code

3 digits later sucked into groundhog day

Followed with "good morning, we are half way there"

Shuffling past,a forced laugh, Wishing our lives away

Low grey clouds reflects the mood within

Impending doom, a phone call soon, 

Just how I imagined

Positive this appeared in my dreams

Hoping tinnitus would stop

"Good morning Alex!" a voice in my ear Beams

Who has fed, the top dog a bone?

Uplifting the mood with his enlightened tone

Appreciation, good will, surprised

from the direction this is from

A quiet pause

Darkened mood

In the words of God

"crack on"