Ye Olde Crustic

we enter life through a vault
and exit on a leather bound book
we known nothing else
our time here is spent working to the core
quality of life gets pushed aside
the rat race
small crevices for us to crawl into
become red eyed, carnivorous creatures
and still wake each day
delusional and zombie like
punch the clock
and with each clicking of the clock
the death bell rings
shaving fragile minutes from us
with each parking ticket and traffic violation
the push us further and further into obliteration
asphalt will rise up, volcanic ash will litter our crops
and we'll still sit in our houses
waiting to be told what to do