Escape

Move one foot over the other, or is it after?

Oh, language save me.

I wish I have the time and space to write

but the weekend is ever ticking towards Monday,

where corporate demons prowl and bitches whinge

and bosses emphatise with their hoes

and leave the unsightly gnomes to do the heavy lifting

driving the machinery of lies.

I don’t see myself in that company and yet plans I have not.

I want my time. I need it. I have to save some dough.

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