Staff Conference
Posted: Fri Apr 01, 2022 4:52 am
Another staff meeting,
there are lizards at the table,
a few goats, an ass.
I know they return to
the fold of a superficial normality
at weekends,
some even rock climb
or enjoy a quiz-night at their local pub,
one builds model ships out of matchsticks,
but here they exist zoologically
on the musky fumes of
their animal instincts.
I consider myself human
but at times my self-image slips
especially when i'm a cog in the machine.
The actual boss is not here
yet his name floats in the ether
as if powered by a constant
airconditioned camel fart.
Drone, drone, drone,
forced laughter.
Intimidation is in the air
it is as thick as hand soap.
The squeakiest wheel pipes up –
kill me now.
We are all expendable and know it.
Even the warthog
at the head of the table.
The warthog glares at me
while his forced grin smacks my face
like an oily rag.
I catch my reflection in a window,
I am turning into a bedside lamp.
Hours later, driving home, body drained;
bottom sore from extreme sitting,
a mad impossible dream.
I want to go back
and beat the warthog over his head
with my 60 watt brain
until he promises never, ever
to speak to me again.
there are lizards at the table,
a few goats, an ass.
I know they return to
the fold of a superficial normality
at weekends,
some even rock climb
or enjoy a quiz-night at their local pub,
one builds model ships out of matchsticks,
but here they exist zoologically
on the musky fumes of
their animal instincts.
I consider myself human
but at times my self-image slips
especially when i'm a cog in the machine.
The actual boss is not here
yet his name floats in the ether
as if powered by a constant
airconditioned camel fart.
Drone, drone, drone,
forced laughter.
Intimidation is in the air
it is as thick as hand soap.
The squeakiest wheel pipes up –
kill me now.
We are all expendable and know it.
Even the warthog
at the head of the table.
The warthog glares at me
while his forced grin smacks my face
like an oily rag.
I catch my reflection in a window,
I am turning into a bedside lamp.
Hours later, driving home, body drained;
bottom sore from extreme sitting,
a mad impossible dream.
I want to go back
and beat the warthog over his head
with my 60 watt brain
until he promises never, ever
to speak to me again.