The corporation is there to serve.
Say it like a mantra, a serenity prayer
In the midst of the latest swirl
That always goes nowhere,
The springs clamped down with anger
At the absurdity of having to do it at all,
Another play toy to expire in the ethers
Overripe, over budget, and failing to catch
A whiff of consensus sense,
So much so they'll soon do it again
Completely different next time
In exactly the same way.
The corporation is there to serve.
Look at how much time is wasted,
Days go by in these sunsets of jobs
Like a horse without a whip, no fire,
Spent on tasks too impersonal for the bees
In the C-Suite on down to understand,
Least of all by the person doing it,
Who fantasizes running backs
And dreams of pumpkin smoothies
And the paradise of lunch that soon will come,
Like convicts killing time smoke cigarettes
Fantasizing how they stole them.
The corporation is there to serve.
Everyone's been guilty far too long
Because they work just minutes a day
For the legal fiction who gives them life.
There's never a reasonable rate of return.
No real railroad could ever run this way.
No Greek diner would tolerate a fraction of
The collaborated froth this boiler room
Vortex pours forth.
We chafe at whatever comes our way
As if to exert our self-esteem by saying no,
Kept in gilding like unseen lilies that still bloom.
The corporation is there to serve.
It’s not for making money but making friends,
Lots of them, to wrangle or handhold
Though they come and go all the time
Like obsolescent family members
When you have learned
What you need to know:
How you aren’t like that,
What you can’t abide,
How you should just trust anyway.
They hassle you and make you sing,
Sidle up like everyone you've known to your warm stool.
The corporation is there to serve.
Not the prairie dog cog in a bog of glitchy tech
But how you learn to drink your tea a sip at a time,
Take little biscuit bites until you feel like yourself again
At the end of the day, having felt slavery
Without knowing what it was.
Stellar riches await your exodus commute
As you embrace your monetized time
Like a long-lost love,
As if seeing what abundance is
For the first time.
You call it freedom, and it is.
