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| Quest: Corporate Robot by basille(m): 1:09am On Apr 22, 2015 |
Aggressive buzz of an alarm, a new day is born. Gentle touch of the morning breeze, sending cold shivers up my spine. Numb timid darkness, entangling with the golden rays of the sun. And with such inharmonious beauty comes a friend unfriendly – Time. My feeble bones arise, exhausted from its daily struggles. An occupied mind strives for sanity, away from its daily bustle. Clothes creatively decorated with patterns of odorous sweat. My heart Ladened with problems and i'm not married yet. A memory jerked, nonchalant of such sacred hour. A project overdue and an angry boss comes to limelight. The walls reverberated with the sound of a sigh and the words "na wa". Amidst this chaotic subconscious, more time – is my only plight. 6 Likes 4 Shares |
| Re: Quest: Corporate Robot by basille(m): 4:39pm On Apr 22, 2015 |
CC: timpaker. Bro, tell me what you think? |
| Re: Quest: Corporate Robot by timpaker(m): 4:41pm On Apr 22, 2015 |
Nice poem. I feel like that during week days. Gush! I wish working days could just be limited to just tuesdays and thursdays.  |
| Re: Quest: Corporate Robot by basille(m): 4:50pm On Apr 22, 2015 |
timpaker:Lol. I wrote from the inspiration of a relative who feels the same way you do, plus he complains he is underpaid. But he can't complain much cause millions are still jobless. |
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