Bob is just a normal guy.
Things happen and he wonders why
They cannot go another way;
Such thoughts hound him every day.

Bob heard that he can change the world,
And that idea once had twirled
Around his mind in days now gone,
In childhood when such belong.

Bob has a job. He earns his pay
By going in, day after day,
To do the work others assign,
Brings in the proverbial dime.

Bob may well not be at ease
Not doing what he might well please,
But what would please won’t pay the bills,
So he does what another wills.

Bob cannot see another way,
Cannot find the means to say
That he would want some other life;
It’s been cut out, but by what knife?

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