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I sit in this cubical, not understanding why I am here,
I feel like a mouse in a hole,
Ready to spring to life as soon as the clock hits 12
and in most cases 4:30!
The people around me look like mechanical robots,
Gazing with wide eyed concentration as intense as the burning sun,
Into there screens,
Silence they observe,
Rules of the cooperation they follow,
All the so-called nonsense they have left behind,
Only to bring their best to the so-called money making machine,
That drives our economy,
They small talks,
They pretentious faces,
All and everyone trying to be nice,
Losing themselves in the face of money,
Sacrificing their souls for a handle full of green,
I sit and watch, wondering what I am doing here?
I keep my peace for a while,
I get to my job,
Hitting the keyboards,
Hurrying my pace and moving about as a programmed robot,
Smiling as everyone passes me by,
Waiting for my lunch to come by,
So I can be free for all this diabolic trap of live,
That I have created for my self.
My boss pumps me with enthusiasm,
Mentioning how great and lucky,
I am to be working for one of the best companies in the market,
Full of shit!
I think
How can this man say this with a straight face?
The anxiety in me starts taking over!
Job security is what they drill into my mind,
Work a bit harder my heart says,
Stay positive and don’t brush it off,
Don’t take it home.
Keep business at business and home at home.
I create bubbles,
Blue, pink, yellow, purple ones,
All to distinguish of categories my life,
It start’s to get to messy,
Too many bubbles I have to step from to the other,
Open one door and shut the other,
Leave my heart at home,
And bring my brain to work
Smiling at everyone,
Consider everyone’s proposal,
Invitations, dinners, parties, lunches, the list goes bigger and longer,
Here I worry about my own ass,
As my boss turns out to be a tyrant,
Firing and impressing the higher power,
To make more sales to drive the company,
To roll out more “action plans”
Install fear and make these idiots work harder,
That what I think her motto is,
I again wonder why I am here,
It hits me now
I am doing everything that everyone else is
Not following my dreams and chasing money,
It is time for me to go,
Move into the existence I was made for,
Chase my dreams with my heart and
Leave my head at home.
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Comments (1)
August 1st, 2007 at 8:58 am
Great poem! It captures the reality of it all. I once described the cubicle as a little cell where we get paid to die by the hour!