Poetry

1. I MIGHT BE JOBLESS
I might be jobless; not frequenting the spuriously bombastic interiors of office once
again,
But I was definitely not without spell binding fantasy; dreaming in a land of paradise;
while my pompously suited mates out there; battered their heads in the choking
conference room.
I might be jobless; not stepping in the realms of my miserably claustrophobic office
once again,
But I was definitely not without enthusiasm; blossoming into untamed newness every
unleashing minute; while my manipulatively perspiring mates out there; acrimoniously
ran for their blood; when the big boss absconded merrily on his tour.
I might be jobless; not entering the dingily squashed interiors of murderous office; as
the clock ticked past 9; once again,
But I was definitely not without enthrallment; having the time of my life with the girl
of my dreams; while my disdainfully mundane mates out there; barked indefatigably
on their subordinates; eventually collapsing on cold floor; in utter frustration and
tiredness.
I might be jobless; not bowing down pretentiously in front of my pot-bellied boss
every morning; once again,
But I was definitely not without freedom; gallivanting to the most exuberantly remote
place that I wanted; while my collared mates out there; pathetically grimaced in
lecherous agony; sighting each other’s monthly emoluments.
I might be jobless; not sitting like a slithering goldfish in my seat before everyone
arrived in office; at the crack of dawn; once again,
But I was definitely not without my art; perceiving the most stupendously
grandiloquent imagery on this fathomless Universe; while my sanctimoniously attired
compatriots out there; marched left; right; and center; to the tunes of ruthlessly never
ending clients.
I might be jobless; not polishing the shoes of my seniors; as they ordered me like a
slave in office; once again,
But I was definitely not without optimistic hope; dancing in the aisles of tantalizing
seduction; while my frigidly clean shaven friends out there; clapped and laughed to
even the most poorest joke of the boss; embracing his battalion of children;
like their very own.
I might be jobless; not conceiving sleazy management policies; while my boss snored
in heavenly bliss; once again,

2. But I was definitely not without astronomical conviction; plunging into the valley of
ebullient adventure every unleashing minute; while my commercially tyrannical
counterparts; burnt their conscience’s out there; in a pool of derogatory smoke
and rebuke.
I might be jobless; not touching the feet of my hopelessly dictatorial supremo; once
again,
But I was definitely not without enigmatic mysticism; drowning myself profusely in
the swirl of melody and enchantment; while my conventionally tycoon mates out
there; hideously plotted behind each other’s backs; to catapult to the pinnacle of
baseless power.
And I might be jobless; not frequenting the boundaries of abominably rotting office
ever in my life; once again,
But I was definitely not without life; leading; romanticizing; exploring it to the fullest
as each night ripened into day; while my fellow mates out there; died a million deaths
every second; in the murderous rat race to be the absolute best.