FUCK A NINE TO FIVE, I'D SOONER BUST A RHYME ONLINE

[Baron Mynd]

Black shirt, white tie. Passwords. Five tries. At work, time flies. Energy drinks are the remedy. Stimulating my memory. Thinking. Wake up and then I sleep. No rest for the wicked. Code red. This is business. Notes left on the fridges doors. I won't stress. I'll just give a call back and explain in jargon as plain as Martian. Paper. Sharpeners. A hole-punch. I've paid for garbage the whole month. "You're late,". Regardless, I've shown up. I want a bigger office space to sit in while I'm off my face. Hidden. Boxed in. Lost for days. No realistic options. Coffee tastes like Styrofoam. Dock my pay. It's time to go. Silent. Moping. Driving home with a scowl to greet the missus instead of showering her with kisses. The hours deplete in minutes. I’m out of my league. I fidget with the pen and pad left in hand while drawing an incessant blank. This never happens. Writers block. I’m getting cramp while rifling off these letters and I’d like to stop. My head is banging. I’m tired of signing forms, typed reports and supplying calls to faceless suits. They’re dinosaurs who’ve paid their dues to climb the corporate déjà vu.


QUICK KEY, ONE SITTING, LETS GO!

[Baron Mynd]

Black shirt, white tie. Passwords. Five tries. At work, time flies. Energy drinks are the remedy. Stimulating my memory. Thinking. Wake up and then I sleep. No rest for the wicked. Code red. This is business. Notes left on the fridges doors. I won't stress. I'll just give a call back and explain in jargon as plain as Martian. Paper. Sharpeners. A hole-punch. I've paid for garbage the whole month. "You're late,". Regardless, I've shown up. I want a bigger office space to sit in while I'm off my face. Hidden. Boxed in. Lost for days. No realistic options. Coffee tastes like Styrofoam. Dock my pay. It's time to go. Silent. Moping. Driving home with a scowl to greet the missus instead of showering her with kisses. The hours deplete in minutes. I’m out of my league. I fidget with the pen and pad left in hand while drawing an incessant blank. This never happens. Writers block. I’m getting cramp while rifling off these letters and I’d like to stop. My head is banging. I’m tired of signing forms, typed reports and supplying calls to faceless suits. They’re dinosaurs who’ve paid their dues to climb the corporate déjà vu.


QUICK KEY, ONE SITTING, LETS GO!

This seemed a bit scattered, but that could be due to being a "free write." type of piece. It flowed well, and the multies made an impact in that.

This seemed a bit scattered, but that could be due to being a "free write." type of piece. It flowed well, and the multies made an impact in that.

[UNKNOWN ARTIST]

The typed out thought process of a decade worth of online "rhyming"

stuck in an office waiting on the next coffee break

[UNKNOWN ARTIST]

The typed out thought process of a decade worth of online "rhyming"

stuck in an office waiting on the next coffee break

[J u s T C]

Shit was nice. I like the Way it quickly jumps from 1 point to the next from wake up and back to bed without pause for thought of what it is you're doing and how it makes you feel Like a routine you're programmed to go through every day. Fed up but resigned so I plod on. at least that's how I interpreted it. I enjoyed it.

[J u s T C]

Shit was nice. I like the Way it quickly jumps from 1 point to the next from wake up and back to bed without pause for thought of what it is you're doing and how it makes you feel Like a routine you're programmed to go through every day. Fed up but resigned so I plod on. at least that's how I interpreted it. I enjoyed it.