This Is Painful

Impatient hunger pangs strike- it’s the early afternoon.
Another meeting now, they’ve all been different and they’re all the same.

What would the board say? Can you read this month’s sales promotion? Did we file that insurance claim?

Noble words of changing lives and changing the world.
These come from the mouths of those sitting on a floor or in a comfy office chair.

WE CAN LIGHT THE WORLD AFIRE!

But first, we need to review the protocol that we must follow.
Remember your name-tag and remember your uniform.
Those in navy blue shorts have no place in our black pants norm.

Empty words of emptier actions,
Followed of course by self- congratulations.
High-fives.
Back-pats.
Middle-management shout-outs, a place of no doubts.
The inability to see this masturbatory procrastination.

Procrastorbation.

I don’t need a shout out, I NEED TO SHOUT OUT!
Thousands of pounds of pressure constrict my vibrating frame,
like the depths of the Ocean on one of Jacques Cousteau’s vessels.

This was written during one of these meetings.
I have to do something productive.
Leaving and never attending again is becoming more seductive.

But I’m polite- I never take my phone in, otherwise, I would text.
I only survive through daydreams of food, beer, and sex.

 

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bendcharles

A schemer and a dreamer. I'm a #Métis author located in Saskatchewan who writes short stories, poetry, book reviews, and jokes.

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