A meeting this afternoon, casting
gloom on all that I do, causing a
migraine to well in my head, we
shall discuss our shortcomings -
oh please, the list is endless
The time allocations are wrong, the
performance evaluation must be
rewritten, I simply can’t think of it
without feeling nauseous – how
can we rewire our emotions
To do things we dread - with a positive
attitude? I feel like dying in my chair,
the black bile of rejection is rising in
my throat – this is no life, this is
sub-human existence
I wish the aliens would blow us to
smithereens; I don’t care about life,
it is a miserable piece of deception,
false expectations and rejection, I
don’t want to fit their requirements
For perfection; I don’t want to aim for
mediocrity – total failure is all that would
do for me; total defection; I’m going to
send my mind away leaving the robotic
automaton in charge-
The ugly brute without feeling or meaning,
just a nasty machine filled with darkness
and hate – just as evaluation requires…
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
What emotion! A riveting poem - one of the best I have seen in quite awhile!