The words you’re speaking
have no real meaning
Why am I here
Why am I here
How did my life possibly bring me here
I thought I was somewhere safe
somewhere they couldn’t find me
with their
“free cash flow”
“stock buybacks”
“earnings per share”
“cost adjustment”
scissorhands
I must have been dreaming,
forgetting to fight
it works its way through me, latent-like
it drives further and further into my head
the knife
I’ll only be a zombie soon
a zombie hungry for brains because
all of mine are gone
(the life in my eyes withdrawn)
I’m ready to infect others with my penchant
for
slimy intoxicating self-serving bullshit
unrealistically dense
and purposefully purposeless
I can’t think
but in terms of value to the company
money for the company
blood for the company
sweat for the company
sacrifice for the company
brains for the company
living death for the company
profit isn’t just a noun here,
Isn’t just a verb
It’s a way of life
Oh savior,
Bring back the warmth to my skin
Let me never work here again
Instead of a song this time, I’ve linked below to one of my favorite slam poems by Melissa Lozada-Oliva. She’s one of my idols.
