Life and Death of a Low-Level Tech

The light at the end of the tunnel flickered
First sight a cold, hard florescent white
Born to be tired
Suckle on the bosom of a vending machine
Nurtured by chemicals additives and preservatives

Fill out the forms to become real
Name, Address, Phone, Social Security
Name, Address, Phone, Social Security
Taught the commandments
Thou shall not flirt
Thou shall work overtime when told to
Thou shall remember thy boss and kiss his ass
Etc, etc… (It’s up to you to read the rest)

Sins are committed
Verbal warnings
Then written warnings
Finally fired
Cast into purgatory

Adrift…

Resurrected
New life
New training
New insurance plan
Same old

Years of birth and rebirth
finally break the heart.
A sudden pain
The left arm goes numb.
Staring up at the cold hard florescent lights
They begin to flicker
Work tag is taken off
Clocked out.
Death won’t be on company time.