IN THE EMPIRE OF ANTENNAE (Corporate Babel)

if i could be an ant
slipping through the cracks of time
unseen by the omnipotent eyes—
the boss, a colossus with soles of lead,
crushes with the weight of the universe.
authority, a dark star,
sucking the light from the void.
we are a symphony of dissent,
pushing the tyrant out the window of reason.
in the labyrinth of corporate Babel,
we ignite the parchment,
scribing new laws in the ink of love.
and i love you,
lost in the fractals of bureaucracy,
where the smile becomes a revolution.
no need for titans on stilts,
an insect swarm, a cosmic dance,
devouring the lesser beasts—
and bosses, mere shadows,
microscopic phalluses in the tragic chorus
of ancient Greece.
AND FUCK YOU!
AND WOMEN with crowns?
Ah, but that’s another tale!

:: 08.27.2024 ::