Every

*+ every +*
Every night he comes home
Between the hours of five and six
Spent best part of his day at work
Seeking an escape and a kiss
Simple pleasures in a ruthless life
Thhe threadmill uncertain ever at work
Each employee one downturn away from
Trying to recover financially before another one
Prices always steadily creeping up
Wages never changing
The hammer and the anvil
And he poor sod between
Hoping for the best
Trying to lead astutely
The best life he can lead
Of assistance to everyone
And never seeking help
Even as he drowns
Even as world consumes
Last vestiges of pride and self.