A Writhing Soul
A few tiring lines about Corporate Greed
Published in
Apr 23, 2024
Expectations piling up,
Sinew breaking down,
Resolve loosening,
You march on, going nowhere.
Chest puffed, chin up, you begin your daily battle.
Creased brow, hunched back, you drag your feet.
Toiling to make a rich man you don’t care about richer.
And losing your mind in the process.
Fuelling the brazen pot of greed,
Slaving and selling yourself.
Building stuff you wouldn’t use,
Selling things to people who don’t want it.
Desperately fighting for relevance,
Fending off loneliness,
Accumulating points for a game you’re losing.
You look back, so much has passed, so much lost.
You fall into your dirty bed, all dead on the inside,
What is the purpose of it all?
