Office floors disgorge concrete.
The rugs, so fake, so thin, so dark, so hellish.
Concrete is prettier.
Our rugs flatter sense of power and importance.
Beautiful suits hide vacuous souls
industrious in watching how smart we are,
coasting in chairs on indigestible rugs,
leaning back, luxuriating in our prominence,
wondering when the day will come
when servants bring us all things
and make us whole in the chairs
we never leave.
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#1 by debi on February 12, 2011 - 11:09 am
Excellent words of man refusing to pursue true riches.
#2 by Carl on February 13, 2011 - 7:58 am
Thank you, Debi.
#3 by liv2write2day on February 12, 2011 - 12:14 pm
Beautiful suits hide vacuous souls…this entire poem resonnated for me, Carl. There is so much pain iand emptiness in trying to climb that corporate ladder.
#4 by Carl on February 13, 2011 - 8:00 am
Thank you, Victoria. It’s painful climbing down too.
#5 by Evelyn on February 12, 2011 - 6:49 pm
“The rugs, so fake, so thin, so dark, so hellish.
Concrete is prettier.”
I love the repeating “so so so”…
#6 by Carl on February 13, 2011 - 8:00 am
You are SO nice!