National Poetry Writing Month: Day Ten, "Ant Farm"

A slightly more sceptical poem to mark day ten.

A routine set in stone,
Made real by centuries of habit,
Patterns that dominate life,
Sequences that dominate thought.

A day follows a rule,
A week on repeat.
Scavenge food and drink,
Then fall into line.

‘Money makes the world go round,
Get involved with the spin.’
And so we scuttle away,
Clamouring for scraps of paper.

Day by day we move,
Like ants in an ant farm,
Commute and work again,
To support the greed of a few.