THIS IS DEAD

Eyes down, she's making a B-line,
Slams the red door of number eighty nine,
Facing her public for one more time,
She is visibly invisible

Checks in at work its six minutes past nine,
Girls at machines, dozens in straight lines,
Boss says "your late - your treading a thin line"
She is visibly invisible

Colleagues talk family, TV and past time,
Never thought she'd end here, the factory line,
Eyes at the clock, waiting for the chime,
She is visibly invisible

Buzzer sounds, tools down, break time,
Selects cappuccino, waits for coffee to grind,
She glazes over, lost in her own mind,
She is visibly invisible

She looks out on life, moving at double time,
She's the loner that life's left behind,
Friday at Yates? She's never springs to mind,
She is visibly invisible

Apron off, check out, get in line,
Time to run home, tele on, recline,
Content but unhappy in unconscious mind,
She is visibly invisible

Left out, locked out and both combined,
She's been shunned by woman and mankind,
When it comes to her, you all play blind,
She is visibly invisible

Repeat to fade
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