FUTILITY OF THE WORKPLACE

 

I feel lonely;

sipping a semi warm beer

and listening

to an alarm clock tick

knowing
I have to work

tomorrow

and I don’t

really like it

 

No one in work

will give a damn

that I wrote

this poem tonight

 

and that just

makes me feel sad

 

12-29-86

 

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I'm projecting this poem

I'm projecting this poem forward 34 years and watching it magnified in truth as the decades passed until today. How giant it is now.

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different job, same malaise

different job, same malaise