monday morning meeting

tight waist band

holding up what’s left and awake

the faucet of artificial sugars runs for the sake of it

into a body so hard to build

so pathetically easy to crumble

now i’d like to just feel a regular level of gravity on my eye lids

lift the oh so important stress levels from your own

but buried are we in a corporate fantasy land

where the shit gets done, at any cost

at each and all’s disposal