Poison and old spice
Chanel
smells quite nice
but somebody's trainers
stink.

Thus day begins
and the corporation
wins,
the windchill factor's
minus two.

I always come through it
get down and get to it
make do and mend
the same as us all.

It's the underground life on
an underground train
where no one can hear you
as you scream out your pain
where we all carry on as if
nothing is wrong.

Reaching each station
I review my situation
it's all looking horribly grim

The corporation win or lose,
the welfare state's not what
I'd chose and the zero hour
gives a bit more power to
those
that would tie us to poverty.

My taxes pay for a  fellow employee
to stay in low paid employment as indeed his pay for me,

This day begins