Love at work

Showered in money
Showered in billions and billions of dollars of money
Off the backs of useless labor
Showered in a waste of paper sheets
And meaningless ambitions
Playing with delusion
Laughing at the great wide
Feeling gratified by useless schemes
Phony wins
Empty mouths wide open
And blank delights in our eyes
We laugh and we laugh and we laugh
Holding hands
In this crazy, peculiar abyss
With no reason to live
Breathing dust
Showered in billions and billions of dollars of money



Surely dying

I’m sitting here on the empty Jacuzzi staring at the ceiling with water droplets spritzing near my face, as I try to feel fulfilled. In my room, I spray all types of scents to calm my senses but it just numbs me down. I have every material thing that I want and I make a lot of money for a chick who claims to not need a lot. I turn on the bright blue therapy light that mimics sunlight to feel like I’m sitting under the sun. I meet a lot of people every day whom I don’t call my own. I have the love of my two parents but I want a big family that’s fifty times bigger and will have my back. I have the guy that adores me but I also want one who doesn’t. I’m climbing the capitalist ladder but I believe in socialist type stuff. I’m maintaining my status as a whatever, but it’s just killing me inch by inch. I don’t take pills, smoke, or drink to cope but that doesn’t mean I’m happier. I can’t follow spiritual leaders and luminaries who say pretty things because in the end they’re just humans like me. I can’t support any religions with an open heart because they talk too much of discipline, but I’m fueled by instinct and desire. I have realistic aspirations now and still want to do significant things for the future, but I don’t if I don’t have to. I can have kids if I want to but I may just let my body shut down. There are twelve months in a year and eight of them are already over and I can’t get the past three or four years back.

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I wouldn’t mind everyday

I wouldn’t mind if every day I had to get up to do work;
which would be to rehearse some type of classical instrument with others in a sort of musical ensemble.

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Good dream or a bad dream?

Sitting on your boss’s lap, leaning in and falling asleep
While he does work for you on the laptop
Someone comes in to check
He responds, ‘This is team-building…’




Plan C

Plan C is to quit work, live in a rainy tropical jungle, and sleep under a banana leaf



She worked and worked and worked

She worked and worked and worked and…

Fizzled for nothing

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