It’s gotten to the point where everything is political, everyone is more important than you, everything they think, do, or feel is what you should think, do, or feel.
You can’t walk down the street without someone explaining why you cant do that or how to do it differently.
You can’t work without battles or maintain a private personal life.
There are numerous political groups disguised as services.
In the end they’re populated by a few people who wanted to feel important.
The information age has removed compassion from relationships.
The workplace is filled with people making power plays all the time.
Over assertion, dominance, gossip, petty remarks. No one ever shows respect.
They just bark.









Apr 27th, 2011 at 9:17 pm
I totally agree…you posted this poem on a day when all those things happened to me! Nice job…you’re a poet and you didn’t even know it ;)
[Reply]