My Murdered life

There's much to see and do in life, so we made a choice on how to live it.  We basically surrendered to the system and allowed our selves to become produce in the Cube Farm.  So here we sit, watching our life drain away, longing for a retirement in which our old feeble forms will take cruise ships to exotic ports and claim when we get home that we have "travelled".  And we know we desperately need an editor for these ramblings from our prison cubicles….