Poems from washboard willing
I’ve spent half my damn life stuck behind this desk
I wonder to myself why can’t we just leave out all the rest
And slip away into the...
60-day chips from something united anonymous
Anxiety
Blame others, but your decisions are autonomous
Variety
Smirnoff, Burnett’s, Skyy, UV...
a blank slate
a platform to redefine “you”
from ashes, the phoenix is born anew
but people are always around to remind you
of who you are...
Neckties to work, nooses to work
A company car is a cold, hollow perk
Death in a cubicle, the confines of white
Cold coffee, keyboards, and...