A grave- made for you

A cubical, once a place of life

Now a tomb, a prison rife With the deadening effects of policy and bureaucracy A career spent in this sterile society

The walls close in, suffocating the soul Trapped in this box, life on hold Days blend together, a monotonous drone Until the final breath, and the heart is gone

This is the fate of the corporate drone Trapped in a system, forever alone The dream of success, a mirage at best Leaves the spirit broken, the vision repressed

So let us break free from this suffocating cage Escape the confines of this corporate rage Find a way to live and indeed be alive Before our cubical becomes a tomb, we won’t survive.