(no subject)
8 oclock an evening nap and 3 shots later,
the dilatory breadwinner
finally checks in.
he greets his coworkers, already
wearied from a full day's work,
surreptitiously: sliding and sulking,
with an eagerness to fuck off.
shitty hair, shitty clothes,
shitty desk covered with shitty
prose. he sits at his cubicle,
enveloped with grey, and before
firing off a word, feels an urge to
instead fire off a pistol into
his core(tex).
9 oclock a night jog and 5 shots later,
the dilatory breadwinner finally
begins to work.
janitors are emptying garbage cans,
turning off lights, the building is
ready to sleep, and my mind
resists, instead hoping that tonight
will be the night that genius
speaks through the layers of
mandated bullshit and saves the
firm for at least another
three years.
staring at a blank page for half
an hour, he begins to see that
tonight will not be the night,
and sulks off into the sanitized
darkness to find a piano to
bang on.
11 oclock a nocturne and 3 shots later,
the dilatory breadwinner admits
defeat and clocks out.
the doors will open in 7 hours, and
the peons will begin to arrive, and
walk around brainless while
he sleeps, or dies.
the dilatory breadwinner is
capable of so much
more.
the dilatory breadwinner
finally checks in.
he greets his coworkers, already
wearied from a full day's work,
surreptitiously: sliding and sulking,
with an eagerness to fuck off.
shitty hair, shitty clothes,
shitty desk covered with shitty
prose. he sits at his cubicle,
enveloped with grey, and before
firing off a word, feels an urge to
instead fire off a pistol into
his core(tex).
9 oclock a night jog and 5 shots later,
the dilatory breadwinner finally
begins to work.
janitors are emptying garbage cans,
turning off lights, the building is
ready to sleep, and my mind
resists, instead hoping that tonight
will be the night that genius
speaks through the layers of
mandated bullshit and saves the
firm for at least another
three years.
staring at a blank page for half
an hour, he begins to see that
tonight will not be the night,
and sulks off into the sanitized
darkness to find a piano to
bang on.
11 oclock a nocturne and 3 shots later,
the dilatory breadwinner admits
defeat and clocks out.
the doors will open in 7 hours, and
the peons will begin to arrive, and
walk around brainless while
he sleeps, or dies.
the dilatory breadwinner is
capable of so much
more.