9 to 5
Do not build your house of cards and forget about your fellow man, surviving on the streets.
Feels like a futile attempt against the hands that feed.
A dizzying attempt to puncture through steel encasing.
Agreed upon entering my translucent encasing, not knowing it was steel.
Maybe plastic... a little whittling away would do.
My blinded eyes, my blinded eyes.
They come to visit my little abode... peeping through an open window.
Just wide enough to fit the width of a head... to allow peeping eyes.
“hello” they say... “how are you” they sputter with venom dripping from fanged
teeth.
“how is it in there... do you like it yet?”
They disappear and up pops another head....
“you’re so lovely, you know that...”
And so as a frog in a slow boiling pot, I relax... the temperature isn’t too hot.
As a matter of fact... it’s just right.
—frantic—
I heard voices, whispering voices erupting from beyond my window.
I look for the first time... and that’s how I could tell they were a brood of vipers.
Deceiving, thieving folk. Scandalous and enjoyers of death.
There they stand with front faces of gentle folk, but with back faces of an unhuman reptilian kind...
Shock grips me...
I look from them, and amongst them are the bright eyed unattached folk I sought to please.
Please....the word is filthy.
I am in a game, and have become all but a player.
I look beyond, and as far as the eye could reach
There be a field of encasements, where all we workers lay.
