Workplace (The monster)

It swallows hours
without tasting
It stomps on hope
without looking
It walks past me
without acknowledging
It looks at sentimentality
begrudgingly
like an old enemy
I enter past its dark wings
every morning
not knowing when and
if I will exit
I perform for its entertainment
bending the knee
after every new trick it demands
out of the box
in the box
around the box
I am a number to it
A number in its
dark show
It throws paper at me
to show I pleased it
I am a number
it doesn’t know me
I don’t know me
Anymore