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Those old men and those young women
dressed in suits to disguise their lives,
walk through the lobby with cash in hand.
They close themselves behind the doors,
returning to the only place they hate
but they need it like a stain hidden inside.

All of you are going down, going down, going down,
all of you are going down for your work, for your pay
then you get back up and it starts all over again.

Eyes looking around, never making contact
with the others in the very same situation,
struggling for a chance to breath in this place
and those old men touch those buttons,
taking those young women to another floor.

Turn on the lights off from last night,
get down to the business you’re here for.
Ignore what you do just to get on home.

All of you are going down, going down, going down,
all of you are going down for your work, for your pay
then you get back up and it starts all over again.

Those old men and those young women
take another ride, closed behind those doors,
one last time before they get to go home.
They walk away from that place they hate
but they need it like an instauration,
because, love, all of them are going down.

author's note: I would love to hear your interpretation and a new title, if you got one. Thank you. :)

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The following comments are for "like an instauration"
by EllieFrechette

like an instauration
the refrain in this, the "all of you are going down..." made me think of that old "Down in the River to Pray" song, sort of like its evil twin, not praying, drowning. I'm not sure if that was the intention- in fact I'm pretty sure it's just me- but that's what it reminded me of and now I can't get the image out of brain.

Seemed to me like a hymn to the misery and alienation bread by a culture concerned for profit margins and not people, while their spiritual life withers completely ... or again, that could just be me. But I can see all these people, commuters crammed on trains, packed in to elevators, squashed in to office cubicles, living cheek and jowel with one another and never passing more than two words between them. I got the sense from this piece of both loneliness and intense claustrophobia, everyone sucked in to soullessness together... but it's been a long day and I'm probably a mile off the mark. Either way I liked this one, it had rhythm and bite, even if I did completely miss the point.

( Posted by: AuldMiseryGuts [Member] On: August 24, 2006 )

Going down, please.
It may just be me, but I see prostitution here. Maybe I'm being too much of a surface reader, but that's still what I see. Old men with young women 'dressed in suits to disguise their lives,' and then the vague innuendo of 'all of you are going down,' the matter-of-fact way of reducing sex to business that needs to be done before going home.

Whatever the meaning, though, I liked this. You have quite the way with words.

( Posted by: chinadoll [Member] On: August 24, 2006 )

Universal Prostitution
That's what it reads as to me. Does it work as a title. We're all whores in our own way. Nice job.

( Posted by: viper9 [Member] On: August 26, 2006 )

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