Despondency

Bored bored bored

Bored of my job

Bored of my poor, semi-educated life

I live in my own third world country

starving, dying

maybe just brooding

letting the flies walk all over me

as if I were already a corpse

in this corporate world

I watch those around me

feeding off the carcass of indifference

I watch and wait to see

see if one chokes

and leaves an opening