Wrote this in my head on the way to my crappy job this crappy morning.

So many maimed umbrellas,
Tortured skeletons haphazardly discarded,
Abandoned in anger

"We have failed you!" they say -
"The wind turned our outsides in."
"You have" we say. "And now we are wet."

So many weary workrats,
Seething at the injustice of another day,
Drenched and dreading

'"It could be worse." they say -
"You have all your limbs."
"But we would trade them for a soul." we reply.

So many dying dreams,
As the travelator drones on, no stops til you drop off,
Suited corpses trampled

"But you chose this route" they say -
"That tie. That suit"
"Well we want to choose another" we reply -
"If it's not too late"