Taken What They Given...Workin For A Livin - Poem by A.j. Binash
Over a back door contract.
That allows funding for corporate artists
To conduct focus groups
To see which color calms the workers.
A siren! ?
Is that a song alarming of dreadful beauty?
Alerting to gluttony.
Through a 90 second denial of nutrition.
In the desk drawer
There are inches growing
Between fingernails and a pink eraser.
Those contours of ball point pen.
Writing a claim of dominance.
Too eager for the Animal Kingdom.
A white building stands.
With windows so clear
Birds have mistaken them for sky.
Mothers will kneel
Till their fingers are hemorrhaging
Like their knees.
Fighting their children’s fingerprints
On the glass.
In a room bright enough to be Heaven.
They’re expecting lint in the water cooler.
Poison on the tips of paperclips.
They desire an existence worth dying for.
Show them the poetry in wood grain. Even if it’s the design on their office desk.
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