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Whats This Life

Poetry By: joshua boyde

What is life like for a traveling account-exec or sales-person.

Submitted:Mar 16, 2010    Reads: 60    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   

What is this life?
For all account execs and sales-people
What is this life?
What are these five fingers stretched out in the night?
To wake up alone in another cold hotel bed.
My head hurts. Was it too much of Jim, John, or Jack?
Oh, I forget I don't drink, or so I think.
She was there again in my head. I was so close to catching her this time.
But memories of my beloved wife... It is raining again.
What is this life?
Why are these people packed in so tight?
All these people yet no one speaks.
Scurrying human-ants down in the street.
Why do we go to work in the dark, yet work in the light, then go home at night?
What is this life?
What bloody day is this?
Oh god, I am so tired.
Finally the tenth floor, room 101 where hope resides no more.
Where's my coffee?
Life doesn't start until I have my coffee.
There should be a warning on this.
SLURP ... Heaven in a cup.
What is this life?
What is the point?
Why does marketing speak read like communist five-year plans?
Why do the 'yes' mediocrity float to the top?
So much said yet nothing achieved.
What is the point of all of these meetings?
We all know that a half-arsed decision will be made over café latte down stairs.
What is this Life?
What is this crap In My Inbox?
"You've got fifty new mail"
Another meeting.
Finally a break through.
Why does it seem to always rain when I am in a traffic jam?
I will miss my plane!
Interest rates are up, jobs are down; some executive just got an obscene bonus... situation normal then.
What is this Life?
Where Am I tonight?
Why is This My Life?


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