Friday, December 2, 2011
Each program, another acre on the field.
The data is the crops
the keyboard is the plow
and I am a mule
the deadline is the whip
this company is the master
and Capitalism is the baiter
my headphones are Negro Spirituals
this department is the plantation
my desk, the pallet upon which i rest
but only in a position prone for plowing.
I moaned in front of the monitor at work. She said "it's almost over". I said "i'm dropping the plow now" and logged off.
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