This does not represent the views of the business with which I work.
You know, it’s funny, In a real sad kind of way, How I am the unwelcome one, Yet, told to be here everyday. And I’m told to sit, At this sterile work site bench, At this site void of mental use, That exudes a thoughtless stench. And I know I’m not important- I’m the ghost they can forget. My ideas and values aren’t used because I’m a zero worth asset. A zero asset that sits Existing inside my head. Now things are crystal clear The department just wants me dead.
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