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Corporate Blues

Buried in so many prayers
The lives worth fighting for
Sweep in and out of the city
Punching the numbers
Cleaning the tables
Absorbed in the condensation
Of the skyscraper windows

Mellow and lonely
The computer tech's only cat has cancer
And the dark chocolate
And the opening night sex tournaments
Can't abate the coma
Or Google away the aftermath
Of dividing her life between
Scarf shopping and Monopoly

Christmas on computer screens
Mortgage debt and disfigured means
Bead up on God's toy soldiers.
PunchDrunk
Written by PunchDrunk (Margo Garrison)
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Author's Note
I worked for a year at the corporate office of Fossil watches as an inventory specialist. The building we were in had several offices and I saw all the little ants slaving for their dollars. The...
I worked for a year at the corporate office of Fossil watches as an inventory specialist. The building we were in had several offices and I saw all the little ants slaving for their dollars. The computer tech was a great friend who told me all her issues.  She would sit next to me and shop or play Monopoly while she was supposed to be doing her job.  She came in crying about her cat and I wrote this poem that day at lunch.  I was writing about myself too (crunching the numbers) and everyone who has to do the awful commute and torturous workdays...but at least for now we have the choice to make our money...
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