Dec 232014
Dreamed of a boss
sitting at his fancy desk
staring off into space
blank expression on his face
as if he is staring off into nothingness
unapproachable
so I walk away from him
He is not who he presents
on the surface, a helping agency
but the place is empty,
a suite of offices and partitions
and computers and telephones
nothing warm to be seen
No art, no poetry, no music
no greenery, nothing but a boss
staring off into space
Let us not be him