The world looks like a billionaires’ playground
wrought of sycophants and wannabes
I’m tilted in my mesh backed ergonomic chair
feeds feeding my brain
the next great concern
for the end of the world
that comes with a conditional statement
branching outcomes for the bourgeois

A defiant disconnection in my connection
to a planet determined to drive us out
or into the ground found wound in cables
springs and plastic bags
recyclable boxes and reclaimed metals
shattered glass sheets where I once saw a life
in its infinite possibilities I now see
a withdrawal it calls home
a cocooning in an open concept world where
remote workers return to the office
and the office is now far from home