a poem from my cubicle
how many in america dread their existence? let alone the world? bound to a cubicle endless white walls, carpet floors and open concept offices nowadays theyâve added standing desks threw you a bone, to keep you healthier that way you work for more years cause youâre a wrench in the assembly line a factory worker at least creates a tangible product you just created another powerpoint yet you get paid for playing the game i donât blame you you climb the ladder but at what cost? with inflation looming social security defunding your chances of retirement deflating your time, thatâs the cost the temptation to escape grows the red queenâs race the rat race another slop bowl you become a fat face another day eating at ya desk showing up to an office to take meetings from a laptop with your coworker whoâs also somewhere in that office yet too lazy for IRL a distorted reality to justify an executiveâs lease agreement yet no consideration during another workforce reduction for your lease agreement in a city they moved you to to create their virtual reality when in reality you were meant to create, in reality⊠take a breath before you drown in another âi hope this email finds youâ well i hope this poem finds you the real you who you were meant to be what you were meant to create donât just skate through life and become another regret filled coffin you you have to escape! because the universe conspires with all its forces to help you achieve what it is you are meant to be!
Solid piece bro. Virtual meetings while weâre both in the same building on the same Wi-Fi is crazy