i cannot tell
on any given day
if i am witnessing
a menagerie of
sheer absurdity
or if i am one
of the unwitting
performers in a
prison of my own
fretful design
doomed to a one
man breakdown in
shimmering arrays
of bipolar static
for the enjoyment
of no one whatsoever

assaulted by this
corporate jingoism
as if i am a shaman
threading disparate
swells of bullshit
into tangentially
relatable redundancies