Musings on today

Curled into unnatural, broken-cell boxes

Without rounded corners, no comfort at all

Breath stale, mutant air within

The grass grows up from the grey lifeless carpet

A bird taps on the window. Tap. Tap-tap. Come-out.

Ergonomics become the shoulder of the mountain

Which molds to your carbon body in ways

That synthetic polymer resin can never.

The infrastructure of your thoughts needs an update

A downgrade, something else.

Focus area, ROI, TCO, initiative?

Falls on ears that have become petals of some strange flower.

The graph illustrates only the percentage of time that is wasting.


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