The Let's Play Archive

I Fell From Grace

by Bacter

Part 13: Blow - Office Talk

If it is the office:

If the office is hell

If it stretches our talk
and pulls our thoughts paper-thin

If it fosters the bloodsoaked, if it serves up the remnant

If it unwinds our empathy, if it dulls our intent

If it makes us hyenas, cawing crows

To gnash and gnarl at each other, while both dying

If it turns the brains into mush, and the heart into ash

It is this office.