Morning madness...
I can't seem to recall
how my past 5 hours were spent.

Seeming sadness...
I seem to have lost my hope
amid mental file folders marked "URGENT".

Confused commute...
I arrive by way of a detour
due to SIMILE construction.

Like modem static to an email en route...
or like union workers on strike,
I've halted production.

Preferring preoccupation...
I seem to find satisfaction
in redirecting my focus.

Innocuous Inoculation...
Viewing my vocation
as a corporate circus.

Suspect Stability...
One never fully understands
the purpose of the commanders wishes.

Ample Ability...
"Do what you're told!"
even if it's "Wash the dishes!"

Query or Question...
Neither of which are welcome
I'm more than sure.

Ongoing Obsession...
For the status of my job
is at best, INSECURE.

by Myxl Dove

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