Waste of Energy

We spend all day
locked in our own institutions.
Padded walls and bras,
cells no bigger than our hearts.
We carry cell phones like guns,
holstered to our hips,
lips speaking in hushed tones.
Urban cowboys,
ready to draw at the first ring.
The string of command,
is eight people deep.
Our bosses, we see in sleep.
Access to our desk,
restricted by a plastic card,
Our mug shots plastered,
worn on belts and clips.
A drudgery of florescent lights,
burnt coffee
aching back.
Like ants that scatter by a childs foot,
we scatter from the doors.
Dark when we arrive,
dark when we depart.
But;
Negativity is a waste of energy.