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The Professional Man
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You’ll find the rules have changed.
This is where you become the exception,
and law of man becomes a hindrance,
rather than a necessity.
You will see the line where following the rules
meets the banality of evil.
There is no more comfort.
People don’t want to see comfort.
They want to see how their misery fits on you.
And they will use all their power to do it.
All assets will be liquidated.
Your clothes.
Your facial features.
Your personality.
Your inner peace.
All will be placed on a scale
and sold at market value.
Others won’t see it happening.
They will pass it off as a necessity of life.
The only way to stop it
is to shake yourself and others out of their haze.
It is a battle without victory,
and you will surely die on the field,
but it is a battle you lose if you don’t fight it.
You lie in the path of the wind,
destined never to settle down
with the dust around you.
Look around, and you will find yourself
falling through the crack in the universe.
This is where you become the exception,
and law of man becomes a hindrance,
rather than a necessity.
You will see the line where following the rules
meets the banality of evil.
There is no more comfort.
People don’t want to see comfort.
They want to see how their misery fits on you.
And they will use all their power to do it.
All assets will be liquidated.
Your clothes.
Your facial features.
Your personality.
Your inner peace.
All will be placed on a scale
and sold at market value.
Others won’t see it happening.
They will pass it off as a necessity of life.
The only way to stop it
is to shake yourself and others out of their haze.
It is a battle without victory,
and you will surely die on the field,
but it is a battle you lose if you don’t fight it.
You lie in the path of the wind,
destined never to settle down
with the dust around you.
Look around, and you will find yourself
falling through the crack in the universe.
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All I got from this poem is that once you get your degree, you're a product to be sold at market value, and you have no say in the matter because you realize - quite brutally and abruptly - that if you do not do such a thing, then you are lost and will be forgotten and have no hope whatsoever of surviving. Which is a shame truth be told, because it means that there's no purpose to your existence other than trying to make yourself commercially viable and tangible.
A harsh poem, but well handled imagery
A harsh poem, but well handled imagery