Tuesday, December 26, 2023

Thought Chronicles No. 4


 I can’t stand working with someone else, 

I turn into a helper, and they become a/the boss

They think teamwork is telling me what to do

They have their opinion, [but] that opinion ain’t the truth


It’s motel art [on the wall] that nobody pays attention to

I know how to do my job better than they do

It’s dog eat dog, they want a leash around you

Trying to force the next man to assimilate


It’s one man’s preference, he calls it “the right way”

I won’t even remember it after today

I wanna work at my own pace, without you alongside

But I’m in their truck, just along for a ride


Getting a trial by fire is a distant pipe dream

There’s other modes of being, but he can’t see

Sight blocked by prison bars and a flatline beep


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