Work Culture

An inspirational workplace poem by Moony Thinker

Moony Thinker
Scuzzbucket
3 min readDec 13, 2022

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A man, sitting in an office cubicle-high-wall corner plastered across his face and all around him by sticky notes. Each note has a symbol (such as money sign) or reminder word like eat and sleep. This is the true little death to our existence… the office.
(Photo by Luis Villasmil on Unsplash)

— Poem —

Please, for god’s sake —
End this torment!
Banish me from another of these
Fucking professional-prep-rallies
For working adults.
Team! Team! Team!
Kill me…

Ra-ra-shish-koom…
Ahhhhh, fuck it already!
Please, for the love of all things
Rational!
Free me from this Hell on Earth;
From this prison-like existence.
A chair, a computer, and four grey walls.

Sure, I am here;
Sure I am awake;
And sure
I showed up, but — of course I did
You did too!
Oh great observer of the obvious; Do you see meat on these bones?
It beats starving…

That’s right, you have me; you caught me…
I hate you, you asshole.
And yet, I need you…
I’m an asshole.
It beats starving…

I hate this place, and yet…
I cling to this place.
Fake it, but not until you make it.
Just good enough so they think you can
Make it.
Count the days to the weekend;
Freedom is an illusion.

Look at it this way, adult-kiddo,
One day you got hired
Because you are that good at lying,
And one day you will be liberated
From that place, that lie;
By way of a new role
Of your choosing
Or one chosen for you…
Oak or pine;
And, would you like music
While you sleep?

— The Why —

Based on my employment experiences, my pay-me-to-feed-me jobs, I feel like there is this universal belief that we are more than just a random association of people; that we are a quasi-family.

Personally, I fucking hate this.

While those who subscribe to this belief system feel strongly about its benefits and have shared with me their distaste for my opinion, I still will not submit beyond my linear work requirements. I refuse to grab the metaphorical pompoms and chant the praises of team-team-team because this place is my work, not my identity.

Though I am sure this attitude is toxic to many wherever I work, the masters keep paying me so I will just stew in our shared pot and pollute the waters until I quit, retire, or die.

Moreover, it pays and that beats starving.

Be well, my friends.

— MT

— Music Tea —

This poems recommended music tea is:

Title: Ænema

By: Tool

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Moony Thinker
Scuzzbucket

Writing something, somewhere, lost in some thought, figuring things out, and purposefully flaky. I don't do conformity or expectations; so keep them low.