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How can you say something like that?

Too many questions and assignments
are forwarded to land on my lap.
I try to keep this hot, hot head a lot cooler,
thinking about nothing and focussing
on the task at hand.

But why?
This is not for the greater good,
or for the needy,
or for the harmony of my heart,
or for the ancient rites.
This is only for the devil at the wheel,
pouring us into the ripping gears
like oil.

We are nothing more than oil.

There is no more body
and no more soul in the execution of these tasks.
While I have already learned
these lessons of huge import
many times.
They never change.
I warn others not to slide into the wax
but I dive in, head first,
year after year.

This office room
is the same as the one
I hated 10 years ago.

They did a nasty job on us.
Giving us that final push
into the irreversible.

Now,
I'm too old to hate
wholeheartedly.