I don’t wish to engage
in chitchat gossip with
my fellow coworkers,
whom I hardly consider
friends due to the stress
of a constant sense
of being a nuisance
to each other’s company
in that endless daylong
frenzied feeble flourish
as slaves to ourselves
and certain societal strife,
sustained by the greed of
a wicked wage of money.
Things can get weird,
because here, in our sphere,
we interact thru barriers
and become our true selves,
oftentimes surprising
by chiming to a cross
rhythm of anxious tides.
response
I wish God to shower you with money
so that your time is not spent
in a job you might not have chosen..
but in penning a better world