Corporate Annual Assessment

I always feel hungry yet I dare not scoff it may set a precedent. (“My TV’s begging for Africa again!”) Yet! I believe I am the fodder everyone keeps feeding on my infinite illusions. The talkback show tells us, “No one wants insecurity anymore.” Yet the conglomerates give no guarantee no “Job for life” Only a life! For a job. (Not forgetting the analytic “Bull” upon application!) Perhaps security is with the power of the poppy or cocoa leaf? So far I’ve been lucky I’ve found my comfort zone this side of life! So! Do not weep for me for I breathe the fragrance of innocence, my mind will remain only a fragment of intellect, my world one of simplicity. Yet I see mankind bemused, multitudes, like corn in the meadow swaying to a acrimonious breeze, before being judged within a clockwork frame, with hearts that beat in caustic chests. Frail bodies embraced with wretched minds tolerance etched upon stark faces, their promised land dangled upon the filament of a dream, while calculated scenarios bombard their unswerving ambience! © Harry J Horsman 1997