I’d like to leave only the writings on the wall here
in red ink for their urgent attention
who, fully unaware
drowning in this strange kind of telephone despair
they’re pulling their hair out
trying to stand the boss
entrusting their welfare
on the side of the coin he chooses today
heads or tails, what's your fate?
up or down, left or right, decisions are made
he’s still wrong every day
beware of a bad mood
it could affect your job or worse
the most valuable asset of any company –
clients, even though they sound like scammers every time
forcing things, trying to speed processes up
without taking responsibility for it
even against all logical rules
it costs them nothing
in accordance with the principle
“the customer is the master”
master of threats and violence
mental cruelty and mass coercive control
cursing people who should be guilty, but they don’t
hear it at all
it only affects
the last weakest link
and nothing else may be contained
in these weakened waterlogged walls
with all the world’s
dirtiest dirt
that can never be erased
***
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Mescaline Brisset
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