Poem -

Ergonomics

Ergonomics

My eyes are rolling into the back of my head 

My eyeballs filled with veins of red

Writing, computing, tapping away  

as my brain starts to decrease and slowly decay

My head pulsating from bright screen strain

wrists constantly feel like they’re sprained

Working and working and working away

For a life of meaninglessness and measly pay.

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