A dream in the office

they hover over their plastic faces to greet you
and shake you with their immaculate prosthetics
do not to disturb the raging polyps of trust
you came here, dressed in a thin illusion
to overdose your mind on fluorescent dayshifts
to do jawflips for a crustaceous boss
who wanks silently under his desk in the after hours

plastic cups are recycled here

reality is sold back to you as anti-dandruff shampoo
under the condition that you stick around

out of the window you see a purposeless mountain
that rests in the shadow of nothing

you are a still a timber frame bolted on love

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