So, I’ve been rocking this whole 9-5 thing for a whole three days now. I gotta say, while it is soul crushing, there are some serious opportunities for poetry.
Here’s a little bit of found poetry I’ve thrown together from listening to people in the break room and random pieces of beauty in an otherwise dull space. I hope that doesn’t come across as too…I don’t know, bougie? I really am just trying to keep my shit together.
Recycle your needs, lower the population, destroy cities. I don’t know, I’m going through a lot right now; I have T-Rex arms, too short to reach you ten miles outside the city. Don’t do anything wild.
Thanks for reading! Hopefully poetry will continue to wander into my work space.
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