Irrelevant Elephant

 

Gathering dust
in his prison
cubicle box
sits Mr Disconnect

Perpetually dazed
he keeps up the illusion
of productivity
for no other reason
then it pays

Fuck self esteem
for this completely
functionally obsolete
corporate gelding

So far out of loop
his opinion
and existence
no longer matters

Lost on the bypass
of degraded relevancy
the dinosaur relic
plays his computer games
and watches the clock
count down his career
as the walls close in
squeezing him toward the bin
of the next inevitable Resource Action

Maybe someday
when the Great Cloud crashes
his skills will be needed again
to perform basic archaic tasks
lost on the Techie replacements
but
by then
he'll be long gone
into the abyss
of footnote memory