Friday rant

Sorry , just venting here. I call it therapy. Can't rave and rant in my office :)

Some days I grow so despondent
at my world I want to lash
take my meaningless lifestyle
and to a million pieces smash

At a terminal are we meant to stare
like automatons answer email
our livelihood so strongly bonded
to survival should we even fail

All this to add mere numbers
to an account residing somewhere
Admit that our god is currency
not the one our faith declared

Rant Rant Rant....

breaks terminal, laptop. Takes them to a field (a la OfficeSpace), and then smashes them some more with the baseball bat

The End

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