poem comparisons

Mark had taken the last 3 days off work because he was ill but he was back to his usual happy self again. Springing out of his bed he got ready for work. After locking his front door his walked to his t black Vauxhall astra which he had been saving his money for 3 years. Pulling out of his driveway he stuck on the radio. Rhianna blasted out as Mark cruised across Brooklyn, skyscrapers towered over him and his hatchback. He parked outside his office block and still with the song in his head strolled through the front doors and into the lift. BING the lift was at floor 7 and Mark and 3 other men went to their work stations.
Shaking his head and plodding around was what Mark was seeing through the blinds of his boss’s private office. Winding himself up as if he was a jack in a box. Mark was wondering who he was going to shout out but his questions were soon answered ‘MARK GET TO MY OFFICE’ . Feeling like a school child getting called to the headmaster’s office he walked in a little confused. ‘One more sick-note, mister, and you’re finished. Fired’.
After a long days work I decided to take the longer more scenic route home to try to make sense of why my boss had said that day. He wanted a different life a free one with not a care in the world. About ten minute from his home he spotted a man and the envy immediately build up inside of him. Stapming on the brake he stopped the car next to him and the hicter got in. He was following the sun from west to east with just a tooth brush and good earth for a bed. Mark was getting extremely frustrated and could’t take it anymore and let him have it once with the head and six times with the krooklock. Leaning across he let him out and watched in the rear view mirror as he disappeared down the grassy verge. He’d said he liked the breeze. I dropped it into third and sped off onto the horizon. Dusk was settleing when Mark realised what he had done.
What did I just do? I just killed an innocent man. He