Friday, September 30, 2011

POEM: The Situation

The situation

Forget the map
I don't want your location
and I already know where I stand

No high heels
Table dancing is out for now
I won't break my neck for your amusement

I'm done auditioning
pouring out my depth
You say it's the best ever, but I don't look the part

Finally, polite subservience is over rated too
I no longer care about your orders
or your wishes, I can't be bothered
imagining you have my welfare at heart

Job applications?
I am too complicated, odd and old
for the inhuman resource raptors to approve
and I can no longer hide my amusement
when contemplating where I'll be in 5 years

      --- Mar (Mistryel) Walker