Ongoing sporadic journal of the overeducated, and underemployed. The title derived from Coupland’s description of cubicle land; the corporate ghetto. Random photos and thoughts. Left the ghetto, never happier. This still a work in progress

21 March 2015

21.03.15

He’s always

At work

She comes 

Smiling 

And easy

When he is gone

I wouldn’t confess to the dark one

She comes, and she comes

I accept her 

With a light touch

No need to speak

Just
An embrace, 

That tells all
And 
I don’t fear him

And I don’t hate him

I get being alone

And she comes

And

She comes

And she comes

I get being alone

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