Five o'clock and work is done, fatigue dissolves in cheer
Colleagues shuffle paper ritualistically
Pleasant words exchanged to gloss the etiquette veneer
Conversations lack detail with insincerity
Driving home, the radio pretends to be your friend
Chirpy voices chatter, giggle, play uplifting beats
Traffic news informs of jams and crashes - queues extend
Never noting maimed and mangled bodies in the streets
Home at last, the wife and kids' performance well rehearsed
Smiling, gay, polite enquiries - 'So, how was your day?'
'Lovely dear, the best of days'. In fact, it was the worst.
Neither truth nor feelings speak, to threaten disarray
Because nobody cares.