Another One ([y]our servile Obedience)

[Robinson road, from a skyscraper]

Another one, more numbers to type

into the ailing Mainframe, circuits

purporting to arrange our lives in

an ordered Matrix. But

It can barely manage itself.

The modern Office:

bright, digital, gridded cubicles

The ivory Papers filed and divided

into comprehensive columns for

further perudal. Rational, collected,

Ordered.

The neat array tempts us to forget

bout the Life beyond this space

that as we file and stack and rectify

our souls fester and destabilise.

An hour, a day, a lifetime ebbs away

for the Company and the Invisible Hand that

promises all.

But don't be fooled, don't be naive, for

we've sold our lives at the economy's call.


photo from http://crowds.stanford.edu/basement/balushek_proletariat.jpg