March 8, 2018

I guess a poem about Corporate America

It ignites, the corporate greed
Swallowing employees like a whirlpool 
Gray walls, cement floor, scripted
The thing about being disingenuous is there is usually someone behind the scenes, a larger hand at play, 
Be my puppet it breathes,
"Make my money"
 it grits through perfect teeth
Take this number and make it your identity, take my words and let them coil around your tounge. Remember to smile and say thank you as you carry the weight on your already cracking spine. 
"Be grateful" they coo, " you could be them" they cry, senseless, and selfish the demands grow 
as they work to replace you with machines. 
A cog in a corporate wheel, inevitably turning and with it, the livelihood of thousands go too. 

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