~Ozy~
PC's Unofficial Poetry Critic
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- Age 37
- White Sword Tower
- Seen Jun 12, 2012
Good evening. I've decided to start writing poetry now and again, after my old thread died. So, enjoy if you want. First up, total stream-of-conciousness about my job.
Misanthropic Monkey
This place is my second home.
A world of smells and tastes
Both familiar and foreign to all.
To be honest, before I got a job
Ladling their soup
Making their sandwiches
Tossing their salads
I'd never set foot inside.
After I leave
I intend to never return.
It all sickens me by now,
The depressingly long line as lunch draws near.
For three hours, it never abates.
A stream of faceless names in the microphone.
I am just as much a placeholder here.
Half employee, half trained monkey
With a vocabulary limited to apologies,
Polites assent and denial.
I am reviled by food.
I never wish to touch chicken again.
But tomorrow, I will, and smile and nod
Like a trained monkey should.
This place is my second home.
A world of smells and tastes
Both familiar and foreign to all.
To be honest, before I got a job
Ladling their soup
Making their sandwiches
Tossing their salads
I'd never set foot inside.
After I leave
I intend to never return.
It all sickens me by now,
The depressingly long line as lunch draws near.
For three hours, it never abates.
A stream of faceless names in the microphone.
I am just as much a placeholder here.
Half employee, half trained monkey
With a vocabulary limited to apologies,
Polites assent and denial.
I am reviled by food.
I never wish to touch chicken again.
But tomorrow, I will, and smile and nod
Like a trained monkey should.