Tasks

the tasks you 

aspire to are

3cm’s off 

the ground,

ankle height

irrelevant

shite,

purpose 

portrays

necessity,

pointless

tasks 

suppress

the best of me,

you’re 

replaceable

we’re

erasable,

gone within

one fucking 

clock tick,

you’ve 

missed 

the trick,

you won’t

be missed

your value 

lasts as long

as it doesn’t,

the bossman’s

got you by 

the balls,

he knows 

fools have 

gotta pay 

their bills,

you shrug

but the mug

has the rug

pulled 

from 

beneath 

his feet

time and

time 

again,

but there’s

meaningless tasks 

to complete

there’s targets 

to meet

all 

designed

to fill 

a void,

on the 

surface

you appear 

overjoyed, 

the only 

credit

you get 

exists 

on hard plastic,

it’s fake money

“honey”

your tasks

are allocated,

created 

to give your 

unremarkable

life purpose,

it’s you vs the farce 

the system calls 'tasks' 

and you’ve 

just missed 

your deadline