Im in a meeting. And what am I doing? This. Writing. Why? Cause its actually a good time to catch up on here as this meeting is 110% irrelevant to me. I dont even know why I'm here. I'm here, as I was told to come here, and of late, I'm doing my best to be that "Yes" guy that management wants. So far, I've been rewarded with this little stint. But hey, bosses are happy, off my back for the most part so yes, let me write.
So much of blah blah here. Its probably me, but watching the people in this room, you can see the power struggles, You can see the alliances and basically, the little island that this is, the daily real life episode of survivor. Pity no one ever gets voted out the boardroom, that would be fun.
I came up with the idea of a poem this morning. I have those pretty often but always forget the idea, so let me put it down now while i still remember.
Life view using contradictions and opposite words.
This pastel oil painting on a tar road canvas
The swirl of all colours, black and white
Timeless time, with an overdue expiration date
This is what Ive learned.
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