Desktop Jury

Poem about bullying in the workplace.

Desktop Jury

Your simple lack of feeling
Sends me reeling
Back to drown in my imaginary
Sea, that churns and waits for me.
This is all I ask;
This is what I crave,
That watery grave

Where anything is better than
Listening to your dreary radio tunes
And idle talk,
Your hypocritical copycat opinions –
You and your minions.

Do you ask me why
I should waste my time
Trying to care
When your desktop jury
Lies in wait?

Can it justify my hate,
This sickness that you breed,
That you feed
With your insatiable need
To jeopardise my sanity?

I’ll slit my wrists
And I’ll scream,
Push my hands through window screens,
Float away downstream.

Would you think
It was worth it?

I’ll explain
My nine to five pain;
I’ll tell you
How I hate your paper thin
Lives, your garden sheds
And four wheel drives.

The way you crush my dreams
And my ideals with
Your blank faces and
Lack of social graces,

Comparing
Calorie counted
TV dinners
And tedious conversations
With your twice removed relations –

I fail to understand
How you can judge me.
I have no empathy
When you are nobody.

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