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

 

 

 

 

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