9 - Who Needs It?

Bloody hell the email..

Bloody hell the texts

Bloody hell the phone..

Bloody hell the CVs

Job applications

Jobs..

Reports

Spreadsheets

Memos..

Phones…

Forms…

The solutions

The innovation..

The almighty dollar..

The pound

The euro..

That’s not living.

That’s the man tethered to the gears...

That’s the man chasing

The clock...

in Metropolis.

Fuck this factory…

Fuck the economy...

Fuck this grind..

Fuck it..

I shall sit outside some more,

read, dream,

and drift off into more reverie and cloud sightings…

I don’t care that it is 100 in the shade and feels like 108..

This is the most content I’ve been in quite some time..

Possibly..

Decades!!!

Fuck the busys and business…

fuck it..

Peace now..

In the courtyard…

Right outside my door..