Salad queue man, it’s a long one
Chicken? Spicy and with bacon
I regret the extra onion
Mouth is numb, but still I chew on.
I’m a survivor!
In a suit without a jacket…
without a tie…
In a corporate world but can I hack it?
Can I attack it with my youth?
And is being young still such a weapon?
I take my fork and then my knife and then my spoon
but then I reckon:
Maybe a good meal is enough, in a world that’s real enough
To make me feel, like this here deal, with all this food, is good enough
To surrender my control and make promotions my new goal?
Live a life I did not know before a single year ago?
I take my seat, place my tray
I check my phone, long ass day
Counting down until it ends
Knowing it will start again.