Those work is based on an encounter i had that revealed my position in the power hierarchy: it was a simple encounter, me trying to squeeze past a waiter in a hallway.
His palpable is tiredness
A wall with no middle,
Lock with no hole
Eyes in another universe
We can only see past
Each other even though we nod
Hello, this hallway is narrowing
So we have to slow dance past
One another even as he heads
With his bucket to the latrine
I am leaving this karmic omlette
Resides in reptile eyes
That though we are innocent
We are none of us clean
At least not me, I feel so
Dirty, what did I did
eat garbage
dwink gasowine
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