Abomination Inside the Corporation

The abomination inside the corporation stemmed from the reverse of humanization

Non appreciation for the situation

We watched our boss give convoluted explanation for the continual degradation of our value

We will conform to preform actions quieting the storm that is our expression

Beneath the warm hello, a swarm of hell no would need repression.

We realized we have sold our souls for riches told to be a small chunk above minimum wage

And no sage could help us understand that this work life isn't grand

It's the opposite of expand, to shrink

Stop your want to think, because this ship will sink if you don't continue to drink the capitalist cool aid

And you've been paid for this week

So stop trying to seek

Take another sip and don't realize your bleak existence is always tense and you never escape from the sense that there is a dense tumor growing in your city

And it's rough to say your a part of that nitty gritty

Pretty shitty

But how else will you survive?

Do you think alone you will thrive?

Can you harvest the food?

Will you grow the grain?

What if your not in the mood?

What will continue your train?

Can your brain think of a way to drink the suns energy and remove all the stink of this world? Has your life become unfurled now that you see the misery in our system?

We suckle at a teet that produces its milk on the broken feet of those whose lives used to be compete

Now it's a feat

If you can find anyone living in a discrete place

With wide open space and enough of nature's grace to provide food and shelter.

Where there's no swelter of bosses, time sheets,

Glosses and prime seats,

Business, oversights,

Cutbacks, office fights,

Workers right, led lights,

Pay cuts, work cuts,

Brand equality, or moral duality!

The totality of this reality is built on fallacy!

It's all a joke!

And I can't inhale another breath of smoke coming from my boss' lips

But what's the alternative, move my hips to another space?

Can I find a more peaceful place?

Or can we rearrange this system to fit our needs?

Can we all work with each others pleads?

Will the greed overthrow any desire to care?

Has money become something we hoard, not share?

Do I dare consider the hair splitter of an idea that I could make change?

Or is that just a strange thought that aught to not be present

When asking if the customer needs their receipt sent by email

As inside I hear my soul wail

To live another minute

I must become stale