Productivity
A poem:
A War Against Productivity-
This incessant need to show you are worthy,
Prove you are something,
An asset they won't downsize.
God forbid you don't produce.
God forbid you don't give them the only thing they want from you:
Your productivity,
Your incessant work,
That need to do,
To just get something done.
You're a robot with no program,
No prime directive,
And yet you actually view your freedom as a curse,
A defect, a malfunction.
The saddest brain washing that ever was.
No matter how hard I try
This brain washing can't get me clean,
Can't remove these blood stains,
Can't keep me from feeling dirty.
Who let them do this to us?
How did this robotic fluid fill my veins like the machines in their factories?
Even in my leisure I'm a slave to their screens.
Witnessing torture and deceipt, blood, gore, lies, betrayal.
And I fail to see how we distrust our own humanity so much that we no longer look each other in the eyes.
I'm here to know the truth of you
By looking into every soul
And saying "I see you".
I see you.
I am you.
I've been there too.
And even if I've never met you
I know who you are.
You have a mother
And a father
A family,
Friends.
You like getting to eat everyday,
Feeling safe at night in bed,
To be loved.
To be hugged.
You didn't choose to be here but you are,
And you can't help believing what they always told you:
Life is hard,
And you don't deserve anything unless you work for it.
Not food,
Not land,
Not water,
Not music,
Not love,
Or games,
Or a place to sleep,
Not unless you work for me.
Or unless you give up your mommy for a day care,
And your daddy to a slaughter house,
And your sister to a brothel,
And your brother to a street corner.
That's what will make you worthy in their eyes.
Only sacrifices.
Only blood and little lambs on the alters of their choosing.
So if you haven't been productive today,
Self-flagilate.
Abuse and reprimand yourself.
It's not okay anymore if they do it, so you've been trained to do it for them.
Slit your wrist and beat your head and fit into that program.
Cut the humanity right from your bones,
Till you're so desencitized to the pain
You don't feel anymore.
That's your everyday.
Mass-reproduceble,
90 degree angles,
Microsoft and IOs compatible,
Plugs right in...
To the productive system.
Prove you are something,
An asset they won't downsize.
God forbid you don't produce.
God forbid you don't give them the only thing they want from you:
Your productivity,
Your incessant work,
That need to do,
To just get something done.
You're a robot with no program,
No prime directive,
And yet you actually view your freedom as a curse,
A defect, a malfunction.
The saddest brain washing that ever was.
No matter how hard I try
This brain washing can't get me clean,
Can't remove these blood stains,
Can't keep me from feeling dirty.
Who let them do this to us?
How did this robotic fluid fill my veins like the machines in their factories?
Even in my leisure I'm a slave to their screens.
Witnessing torture and deceipt, blood, gore, lies, betrayal.
And I fail to see how we distrust our own humanity so much that we no longer look each other in the eyes.
I'm here to know the truth of you
By looking into every soul
And saying "I see you".
I see you.
I am you.
I've been there too.
And even if I've never met you
I know who you are.
You have a mother
And a father
A family,
Friends.
You like getting to eat everyday,
Feeling safe at night in bed,
To be loved.
To be hugged.
You didn't choose to be here but you are,
And you can't help believing what they always told you:
Life is hard,
And you don't deserve anything unless you work for it.
Not food,
Not land,
Not water,
Not music,
Not love,
Or games,
Or a place to sleep,
Not unless you work for me.
Or unless you give up your mommy for a day care,
And your daddy to a slaughter house,
And your sister to a brothel,
And your brother to a street corner.
That's what will make you worthy in their eyes.
Only sacrifices.
Only blood and little lambs on the alters of their choosing.
So if you haven't been productive today,
Self-flagilate.
Abuse and reprimand yourself.
It's not okay anymore if they do it, so you've been trained to do it for them.
Slit your wrist and beat your head and fit into that program.
Cut the humanity right from your bones,
Till you're so desencitized to the pain
You don't feel anymore.
That's your everyday.
Mass-reproduceble,
90 degree angles,
Microsoft and IOs compatible,
Plugs right in...
To the productive system.
I know. The existential angst is not internal, it is caused by the external. Good call.
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