Corporate America

Gagged by the navy neck-tie crowned upon him by the last soldier, the businessman precariously waltzes the death march down into “Sam’s Greens and Grains”, a specialty salad shop that locally sources lettuce from Upstate and everything else from a Houston retailer – an obvious choice for a death row meal…yum…plastic forks taint the flavorful bites into an experience similar to the lighting in the daytime dwellers dungeon – harsh, catalytic and monotonous but yet another day passes through the consciousness of the unlucky ones, flickering a spark of ambition to do something, be someone or feel a step above content however with no wick to ignite, the wind takes ahold of the spark and shuns it reminding him to resume the nightmare of day-to-day livelihood of spreadsheets, unintelligent jargon and empty coffee mugs eh maybe tomorrow we’ll try Chipotle for lunch