Corporate Crap
A little waivered, unsettled, my faith somewhat shaken.
A little patronised. Insincerity. Felt like saying something yet I can’t gather my thoughts. Weakened.
Paranoia, panicky, penny wise pound foolish. Picking on small little things.
I could only watch in silence, as my thoughts and vision slipped away.
Silence beget silence. Drowning. Drowned. Silence. Anger. Angrier. Hate. Potentially.
Can’t we sit down calm down wind down a little. Have a chat, a cup of tea. Some refreshment. Think a little. Think together. Be involving. Be encompassing.
Not your whims and fancies. Not your imagination. Not your voice.
But us. Ours. We.
I’ve lost my sense of what I’ve owned, without a single word of encouragement.
Things are moving. Yet I am unmoved.
Still searching for that little recognition. Not just for myself but for those around.
We have no say. We have no stakes.
All just loads of corporate crap.
