Ode to Corporate America

Ode to Corpporate America

You pink swine, die!
The lack luster shine
From your greenback
Blinds me, paralyzed

My bright blue mind
Glows with each thought
Beaconed you in
Swoop, you got ideas

But there are others
Some before my red blood flowed
They all echo and sound
Louder the hard voices

Pitch blackness helps
They hide and find their way
Seconds after swooping
Slowly the way is found

by Kito B. Robinson

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My mom kept this poem I wrote. I wrote it while employed at my first corporate job. Youth!