the factory floor

stranded at the cardboard factory
watching one by one as
all the little boxes walk out the door
shreds of their dignity trailing in the dust

I've been off and away
marvelling at the concept of free food with every beer
meanwhile at the cardboard factory
they've all had enough
they've all turned to sand

...and i never did find out
how I'm supposed to feel
in the real world
when bad things happen to awful people