comma

“The rich man is always sold to the institution which makes him rich. Absolutely speaking, the more money, the less virture.” -Henry David Thoreau

pausing on

behalf of those that

want you to

walk quicker, to

step on it,

to “be all that you

can” be (clocked in

to their own rat

race which you have taken

part in because you

feel that if you don’t

then the world

around you will

stop turning & from

there on out everything that

you once knew will

crumble around your

feet all because you

refused to play the game

& be one of the folks that

stands around that water

cooler babbling about

each other’s sex lives &

who is more of an

alcoholic than the others &

who might get fired this

week if they don’t get

down on all fours & beg

to keep on sucking that

big ol’ corporate penis

which they will flail in your

face a thousand time over

until you can taste nothing

but sweaty ejaculate) in the

name of all that is

profit-making & business

worthy, market savvy &

expedient within the context

of an executive nature of

things---swing that briefcase

sweet servant & pretend that

what you do now will improve

your chances of not having to

deep-throat slimy corporate

dong for the rest of your

life---you didn’t sell your

soul, no---you sold your right

to speak of ever having one.