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An Ordinary Joe

See him with the pipe,
lounging in his dressing gown,
going nowhere from nine to five.
See him luxuriate as you sweat –
jogging along in the commuter
throng of carriages and clocks.
See the HiFi and sunken rooms,
the gardens of delight.
See him call for food while you
stand in line at some street food counter.
See an entity not too dissimilar from you –
except for all the stuff that a billion buys.
See if you want to live as you are,
an ordinary joe without pipe,
stable or swimming pool.