he told me what I talked to them about
all the gory details he could have predicted
the thing is, he never talked to them
and when I just said
a buzzword
all the evil spilled out again onto the unvarnished floor
everything had to be done his way
that wasn’t the case
so he’s not happy again
his wife is flushed, his daughter is spoiled
and I should be tangled up in this show
I told myself, never again
never live in someone else’s hell
he wanted me to share his drama
unhinged are his views
from his point of view everything is wrong
I have trouble understanding a single word
when I talk about my experience, it doesn’t matter as such
as a way to get him to set me up
for his injustice and ignorance
two green weaves, splice the main brace
not knowing where to stop
to come out of this with a face
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19 October 2023
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Moon Desert
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BA in Cultural Studies
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More workplace drama, my friend?
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