Red Numbered Glow, 5:30 AM.
Head up from the pillow, for another day of keeping your head down.
Steam rises from a shower only hot in theory.
Lather. Rinse. Defeat.
Dilate. then percolate. You’re going to be late.
The key in the door locks up more than the house.
Another day, another mourning commute.
They call it a freeway, yet it costs so much.
Bumper to bumper, yet we’re all so distant.
Look up, Billboards advertise and anesthetize.
Objects in the review mirror may appear as regrets.
Ignore the horizon, it’s always that far away.
Single-file into concrete.
Just call us the bustling damned.
Our shackles are attached to ID badges.
A pulse imprisoned by cubicle walls.
It’s the suit and ties that bind.
Just file us away under “F” for “Forgotten”
Did you get the memo? They’re outsourcing the future.
You’re victimized by human resource reduction,
And rendered irrelevant by mass production.
Brief life, incased in a briefcase.
These deadlines mimic flat lines.
How can we make every breath profitable?
A crisis of faith-based office politics,
Keeps you in check with checks and balances.
Why pray when you can paper-shred your sins away?
This Hell glows with florescent lighting.
The only God we know has a private jet.
And he’ll streamline my soul to make it more efficient.
Murmurs of water cooler gossip for ambiance.
The only source of warmth in your life is a Styrofoam coffee cup.
A paper jam mentality keeps our free thinking at bay.
Our new personal product line has a factory default.
Now we need a two martini lunch just to fall back into the mundane.
Pencil me in for a bored meeting.
If you need me, I’ll be in my office.
Hold my calls, the line is dead anyway.
I need a post-it note just to tell me I’m breathing.
Can you represent loneliness on a pie-chart?
We’re only connected by paper clips and case studies,
And CNN says What we need is synergy.
Punch in, Punch Out. Time has clocked,
Your history in a paper trail.
Another day, another dollar. After taxes, it’s less.
But this is what keeps the world moving, at the speed of business.
Your daily demise is this countries prize.
It’s time to raise your white flags for corporate retreat.