The Power Of Negotiating

We are being put under pressure

In life all the time

Again and again

Eventually I will give in

Do what they want

But this time I will try

Something very different

Something that puts me

To a better place than now

Or not it does not really matter

Meditation at 5

What am I?

A fictional character

Living a little life

In a cold and hostile city

Near the North Pole

Playing different games and

Being played by

Strong women

Satisfying their neurotic needs

While they are doing their

Narcissistic deeds

Leaving me poor and empty

By the end of the day

The Master Gender

The message is clear

Blunt and brutal

Your time is less worth

Then mine, I make the money

You are just a parasite

Not making any money

You do not matter

Whatever you do it is

Not enough

Only

Me, me, me

And I

Have values and need here

You are my servant

I’m the bossy slave victim

Master of nothing and everything

My flower will never bloom

Self Help Therapy

Desperate for tea and sympathy

I went to through the door

The people already there

Steered at me

Then they started

Talking in tongues

Talking to themselves

In monotone voice repeating

The right empty phrases from

The book provided on

The dirty table

Love were not there at that moment

We emptied our mental potties

On one another

Spiting blood and saliva

In the process of drinking

Bad coffee and cheap tea

My name is this and that

And I am a mental douchebag

Like the rest of you

Now I have three minutes

To poo on the table

While you give me applause

And so they all did

Until the turn came to me

I did instead throw up

And left the table

I never drink

Coffee there again