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...