Cold buildings,
Towering tall,
No privacy
By the window.
Large boards,
Blank spaces,
Empty hearts,
Corporate machines
Charging robots
every night.
Hear! Hear!
Prepare!
For another day of tedium.
No one knows
Where they are going,
Though they know
Where they are coming from.
Bleak lobbies,
Painted walls,
Missing art,
Misplaced hearts.
Spruced rooms,
Grimy insides,
Long tables,
Scarce food
Coach you to
Eat in solitude,
Teach you
The ways of silence
In training rooms,
But not peace.
Bleeding eyes,
Weary screens,
Boiling blood,
Chafed skin.
Luxury facade,
A messy core,
Crisp doors
Open up to
Decadent souls.
Paltry smiles,
Mislaid laughs,
Life remains a
Genuine joke.
Men in suits,
Women in scarves,
People afraid
To bare it all.
Lesser talks,
Frequent walks
In the barren
Toxic torrid halls.
Muffled whispers,
Mental screams,
Crushed ‘neath
A million dreams.
Flooded minds
With paper reams,
Interiors reek
Of dirty schemes.
Of all the things
It aims to break,
It fails to shake
The view of home,
From the top floor.