Corporate Love

While these lines have absolutely nothing to do with the people at my workplace or the nature of the work that I do there, I was nonetheless inspired to write them in my office.

CORPORATE LOVE

Today I played the courier to the upper crust.
They were a stodgy crowd, unmoved by my delivery.
It seems the manila tones were all too familiar to them.
From the hardened 1st floor flatfoots
To the 20th story nose bleeds
My tune never wavered.
Note for note I sang true with my instructive instrument.
Their mechanical yawns ground into me unmercifully.
I held back the bitter tears of embarrassment.

But I know their game. They themselves
Classically trained, are breaking me down to build me up.
Secretly bowled over, they stifle their glee at my performance.
"Just what is he made of?" rings their collective inner monologue.
This is the echelon that grooms me for my biggest audience.
They observe me playing with Benjamin Franklin's children
To see if I am playing nice.
Come Christmas, this self-abasement will pay off in spades:
A key to the room where he has no need of being divisible.