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Coporate Slaved

The poem reflects on the disillusionment of corporate ambition, contrasting the allure of success with the emptiness of the corporate environment. It questions whether the pursuit of dreams within this system leads to true fulfillment or merely a façade. Ultimately, it suggests a longing for authenticity and connection beyond the confines of corporate life.

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Coporate Slaved

The poem reflects on the disillusionment of corporate ambition, contrasting the allure of success with the emptiness of the corporate environment. It questions whether the pursuit of dreams within this system leads to true fulfillment or merely a façade. Ultimately, it suggests a longing for authenticity and connection beyond the confines of corporate life.

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in those supposed glass temples

where ambition’s flags are raised


we run & cease
oh a loop - the interns of the maze

minds eager with a caffeine chase


trading dreams for briefcases
oh so lost in the corporate haze.

On polished floors
with bespoke suits and ties
speaking in tongues which markets idolize.
every step, a sprint, beneath indifferent office skies,
Where yellow lights dim the stars to corporate spies.

the whispered promise, greatness within grasp now


alas with every spreadsheet filled,
each handshake firm to clasp- a bravo.

yet in crowded elevators, the question strikes me


Is this truly a summit of our dreams, or some masquerade’s mask?
those cubicles and the glass
marketed - the young and unafraid,
drafting the dream set in borrowed shades

tick tock- oh my heart sighs


deadline!
Blades slicing at my soul, with ambition fakely overlaid
Lunch hours - the screens flicker with pretense

oh with the ping.


We build our future
Unwarily bartering the sense of it all
Internships,film sets, launch pads,
places where stars are born
Yet in the quiet night, the sky fails to hold the light
did we rise as meteors, or did we fall as char
in chase of fleeting titles

to pause and ponder beneath the “real” stars’ light,


a simplicity in silence- the path that feels just right
the race bound by craft of the ‘corps’
do we win the world
or do we lose our heart to an endless respite

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