Sterile. Aloof. White walls and sleek design.
Sterile. Aloof. White walls and sleek design. Plastic succulents and LG keyboards. Stuck in a cubicle. A pig. A pig. A pig in a cardigan. Smile by the watering hole and head into my office. A raise. A raise. Something that makes my pain go numb. When will I get approval. Didn't see your Slack message. Lunch. A box. A little turquoise piece of plastic with a salad. Call it healthy, dash of ranch. A marathon of ranch. They eat. They smack. They reheat their ethnic food. Isn't even your culture, why are you staring at me. Leaving, peeing, sitting till my legs go numb. Boss is working round the clock to make sure that you're here. A man. A suit. A pig in a suit. Buddy needs to use his Rogaine. Floor is falling out from him. A chair. It's plush. Made of real fake leather. If only I was tall enough I could reach his chair. I have a corner cubicle. I carpool to work. I vape when the camera's turned. I sweat through my chair. It's mesh, and made for my back. There's a small lever on the bottom that will raise me up. A pig. A pig. A pig in a cubicle. Wondering when the bell goes off. It feels like school. Learn. Educate. Attend all the seminars. Listen to their prayer. God bless the people who came before us. Smite down the men who conquered the land. We know where we are is stolen land. Look at the money in my hand. Stay. Stay. We stay till the day is over. Listen to the woman stutter over simple syllables. Y. R U. Here. LED's are whirring. Ranch dressing is mixing. A bowl. A toilet. A fifteen minute break. The motion detectors shut off, where has he gone? He's not here. He's not here. He's not here. He is sterile. He is aloof in a drunk tank with white walls and sleek design. Plastic cutlery and LG monitors. Stuck in a cell. The inmate. The inmate. The inmate in the grey pyjamas. Grimace at the flashing camera and hold up the sign. A number. A paycheque. Your master's watching over you. You're looking at the time. The phone is ringing but you won't pick up. Someone's ought to tell them that it's all for naught. They're pissed. You're pissed. Microsoft requires an update. HR needs your signature. The toll, the bell, the ringing in your ear. The lady two cubes down is showing off her ring. Oh joy. Oh great. There's donuts in the breakroom. Cheescake in the fridge. The pigs. The pigs. The pigs have eaten all the crumbs. What a meaningless existence if I cannot have some too.
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