there is a certain kind
of magic
to the tangible hell
that is the workplace
these walls can
hardly breathe
their lungs weighed
by grease
but within them
I'm subjected
to certain things--
-rationale
-truth
I'd never think
it'd bring
I've scrubbed away
at my second thoughts
& I've slaved through the
constant heat of my desires
I have been suffering all along anyway
so these
pushed buttons,
rattled nerves
and our
heavy bones
is something
we share
it is magic of
a certain kind
and I rather enjoy suffering with you