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Life in Cubicle

The Noose is tightening. The 5’s and 10’s yanked from our hands and aching backs Are spent on band-aids: A last stand effort to plug the holes in our hearts When the price of drowning is only getting higher So we turn to tiny acts of thievery Taxes prettied up, cashiers uncorrected, Stealing at the edges because we’re backed into corners, Corners Glittering with promises corners Dripping with possibility, With Island resort wallpaper Sold in bulk at Wal-Mart for Profit: A trail of crumbs called America- Which has curdled our souls and we love it! And hate it and gossip about it and think obsessively about it and then We find the most expensive friends our looks can afford, Shopping for substance (50% off) Staring through the eye of a screen Light speed in pursuit of heaven on earth (Ignore the plastic)- Until pop! We die of ADHD. Never having had the chance to smell the genetically modified roses. Never having had the chance to see through this kingdom of ideas As we served out our sentence to life in cubicle. Jacob Reinhardt 10/24/2013

Copyright © | Year Posted 2013




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