Late to WorkI am the devil, asleep til 8:12.I arrive late, fluorescence smothering Here where the dry air never moves, I curse Beauty. I stand at the water fountain Measuring my sold life: antiseptic Water, that fluid we are made of, my Thoughts an angry chaos, bitter coffee. Here where the walls are made of beige burlap, Sound-proof, light-proof, air-proof, thought-proof, me-proof Riot-proof, tornado-proof, beauty-proof Architecture, holy mausoleum. I want to bang this job against the wall Until it opens its eyes, sees itself. I am not a slacker, but what difference? Inert, drowning in salary, numb, dead.
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