I am surrounded by walls thick with secrets and dollars. Eating at my table are those who wish harm upon the working class. Words of hate and animosity pass into my mind without any hero to stand against them. A click of my mouse silences voices that deserve to ring evermore in the hallways of this place. A tap on my keyboard issues empty promises and emptier rhetoric. Dirty images depicting evil thoughts scream at me through my TV.
Coffee after coffee does nothing to quench the exhausting thirst. The thirst that follows when sitting on a chair balanced on the precarious stilts of votes. Architecturally this place creates unearned deference to voices heard here. I’m not so sure any voice here ever really says what they think. I’m not so sure I know what to think. I’m not so sure that thinking does any good.
Faces here are stitched together for the cameras. My smile is woven from the cautionary fibers of fear. My bright white teeth reflect a cold light and it seems everyone has this same disgusting refraction. Gravity is a heavier burden when walking past one of the celebrities. Pulled by the attraction of political gain, the center of everyone’s worlds shift as doors open and close. My muscles ache at the end of the day because of each new direction.
