What May I expect? Of myself? Of everything that happens
Around me oblivious mostly if completely not, closing me
Out out out! I am so on my very own all my a king sleeping
Hours, in search of affection, of understanding, acceptance
The same old and new and now over so we be overthinking
With idle moments many in us and around as we become
Us, ourselves? Others? Labeled and stamped and without
Approval, with no real thanks, our bosses want us in check,
They want our work, our ideas for which they take credit full!
No need to praise just frown, admonish, criticize, us down
Down down-size, we are not the prize or to be prized, we
Are workers of toil of no further use once drained, trained
To X plode Im plode work till we drop dead dead dead as
To those bosses they do not hear or see us and care not at all!
I am on this theme, my eyes are opening wider to wider to
Widest widths with greater focused retina and peripheral, too!
To see the beasts that will and do so readily feast thanks 2 us!
Time we,ntoo feast of those selfish criminal ugly beasts! Ugh!
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