Found Poetry #1

So, I’ve been rocking this whole 9-5 thing for a whole three days now. I gotta say, while it is soul crushing, there are some serious opportunities for poetry.

Here’s a little bit of found poetry I’ve thrown together from listening to people in the break room and random pieces of beauty in an otherwise dull space. I hope that doesn’t come across as too…I don’t know, bougie? I really am just trying to keep my shit together.

Recycle your needs,
lower the population,
destroy cities. I don’t know,
I’m going through a lot
right now; I have T-Rex arms,
too short to reach you
ten miles outside the city.
Don’t do anything wild.

Thanks for reading! Hopefully poetry will continue to wander into my work space.


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