the fan turns
above my
head, barely
moving the air.
somehow it cools
my tea before i
can finish a cup.
from where i sit
i can see titans
of industry, slowly
sipping their
drinks as they
discuss novel ways
to take advantage
of the workforce.
i watch, believing,
no.
knowing they have
not a care
in the world.
let’s trade places,
assholes,
so you know
what pain is,
what anguish feels
like, then we’ll
trade again, and
we’ll see if any
of us smile.
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The pain is the inverse of the highest high. Those corporate jerks haven’t known it.
I often think this. I would love to trade places with someone who doesn’t have a care in the world, but I love your thought of trading places back.