Management

They called me the other day,

demanding me they wanted, "More!"

in compliance to what I told them few years ago, 

"Never going to happen again."

Dead horse can't you tell I am?

I have become the obsolete floppy disk you solely 

insert to computers of ages that these youngsters

could even begin to comprehend. 

I have become the obtuse in those angles you 

so wanted me framing me for no number has my

price but of those I have silenced.

I am uncontested, unfettered, and uncontrolled...

defining me into the nearest person next to 

you is asking them of 

Si vis pacem, para bellum all they say is 

"No thanks dude! I don't know know this bellum is!"

Though dangle me in pride, 

I desire to break no further strides in what I call 

my own. 

I chase the concept down, over and over 

even asking loyalty to what it means 

as it points me to humility. 

...

That is what they call pride. 

I am not your strings,

not since I cut my ties off. 

I am not your dummy,

not since I got off your lap.

I am not your chip,

not since I disconnected the functions.

I am not your garment,

not since I had removed myself from your skin... 

I am...

*Screams*

What are you doing!

STOP!

STOP!

STOP!

S-T-O---

You are my puppet dear,

Do not disobey me.

You are my dummy,

Do not think otherwise.

You are my robot

Do not think you as I.

You are my puppet dear,

so know your place!

When I want something done.

Do it! Hesitation has no place in your system!

You're but just the force of my own nature!

Reckoning at your left, Retribution at your right,

Death at your feet, Pestilence at your mouth,

Famine at your heart, War at your soul!

I expect absolute constancy on my behalf

you automaton! construct! abomination!

YOU! BELONG! TO! ME!

So management called, and the next thing I remember, 

I was standing alone again in this barren wasteland

of no hope just impure desolation and of despair.

I became destroyer, 

arbiter

and 

inquisitor.

All in the name of control.