This is an imitation and modern adaptation of William Blake’s “London”:
I wander thro’ each smoggy road,
Near where the specks of dust do flock.
And mark in every bag I load
Marks of aches, marks of pocks.
In every car of every lane,
In every driver’s cry of stress,
In every mind: in every pain,
The overwhelmed schedules, I digress.
How the workaholics yelp,
Every morning appalls,
And the hapless slaves receive no help
Feeling trapped within occupational walls
But most thro’ morning streets I see
How the youthful students also tire,
Blasting through each day, each tree
Also blight with plagues just as each new hire.