Poetry In Prose, or Rap This If You Can

The Office is not a World System

Years have passed since the man
that I met as a student
stop being one and became
an office man...

Discussions we had,
he was doing his job because
of the need for another income.

Nothing,
I thought,
could justify a personal decline as such,
however, when one does not know what one wants,
how can that be call a decline?

A handful of years went by,
and under the continuous pressure of lack of cash,
I, myself, was put into an extreme job search.

Call it lucky, call it fate,
but soon after,
a job interview I was called to attend.

If i would have ever be warned by my own experience,
I promise you my reader,
that I would have not done that,
and would have only rested to enjoy counting the pennies for my beer.

Needless to say,
I have been coopted by my own fears of not having money,
and working in an office i have started.

After the first weeks
the place i hated, the people i disliked,
the job, i found, is purely and blatantly worthless.

The days, the weeks have gone by,
and a big bunch of the people in my office are leaving.
And when yesterday, the news reached my ears
I could not feel anything else but awkwardness.
But, why did i feel that way?
Would i miss the rudeness towards the clients,
the constant talks about their drinking sessions,
seeing them playing, being barefoot,
caring about nothing else but their vane springfull youth...

It not surprisingly, took me long to realise
that
it is the job and the place,
and not my office mates that i dislike.

Because it is them
who have constantly reminded me about
the world and life in-there and out-there,
that what we do,
working for whoever evil we work for,
shan't coopt our minds,
neither our bodies for more than the hours we are paid,
and perhaps not even then.

It is then,
a mystery to me
what the near future in my office life
is preparing.
What if new boring and quiet office mates arrive?
What if they only silently comply with their office world system?

I should only have a task,
to remind myself that working at the office is not more
than one medium for me to overcome impoverishment.
Notwithstanding, the biggest challenge is
whilst being there, to overcome scarcity
of my soul and mind.