I squeezed the lemon but it hit me in the left eye
Didn’t sting, just cleansed my perceptions for awhile
At least for a moment before the rage cleared
Before I stirred the coffee and added saccharin
To the already existing falsehood
Of what I thought was somehow sweet
Saw the voice at the end of line of my trading tool
Speak too quickly because she had only today to live for, right?
Stapler mimics the hearts palpitations from too much caffeine
It is not my fault the sun didn’t arrive today
So kindly take your limitations away sir
And your imaginary passport to ignorance because I wanted to trade today
She asked me, how are you? But I didn’t answer
I didn’t answer because I am so much like you
Welcome to my desk, my temple where uniqueness is camouflaged
I am trying to escape will you stop disturbing me, please?
It’s bad enough when the consciousness never ceases talking
Now the drilling starts from the construction of progress in a name
Recourse to lunchtime before I fall asleep in my efforts for coins
Perhaps I ought to be healthy and sense the rejuvenation
Doesn’t stop me from being equally as arrogant
Hmmm, I wonder if I could have sex with her
Shame she spends more money than me
As when she works so much harder but for materialism
Guess I’m back at home now and in through the door
With the smell of the day permeating to my exhausted brain
Guess I should eat, but hey, this bottle of wine sure does taste nice
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Great write! I really liked the beginning too. It has the feel of the beginning of a good book, leaves you looking for what happens next.