Work – life – imbalance
I have been reduced
to the smallest of stunts, the most oblivious of margins.
I have been comminuted and discharged across the seven seas.
Dissolved, impotent and ephemeral,
I am pissed off.
I have been quartered.
Made to share a bed with the monster of mediocrity.
It scowls at my nakedness until I get dressed
then tells me to get a job.
I forget why.
I have been betrayed.
Overrun by a tyranny of greed and leisure.
I am shoved into a field, or office, or factory.
I come home with money to exchange for the things I made yesterday.
We are all in the same boat.
It is sinking.