The Fluorescent Lights - Beep Beep

I’m walking in place.

I’m falling down.

I see a beacon of light from the fax machine.

I forgot to shave my face.

I didn’t comb my hair.

My skin is pale,

but that’s acceptable.

I decorate my house like a cubicle

so I can feel more comfortable.

I shine my shoes until I can see my face.

I starch my shirt until it chafes the skin.

In the morning I’ll be ready to force a day into a folder,

to represent myself with numbers,

to fabricate a smile.

The fluorescent lights make us wilt

like the plants that cannot be trained to stay alive!

I fill my house with technology

so I don’t have to talk,

so I don’t have to think.

Take a picture of my face.

Record the sound of my voice.

We do not last forever.

We can be trained to perform anything.