• Vol. 02
  • Chapter 11

Company Man

Frozen, I can neither step forward into freedom
Nor back to fellow Sunday-suited warriors
Our armada of correctness, paused and stalled
As we invade an alien landscape

I stand, the Forlorn Hope in this No Man’s Land
Of adult inhibitions,
Mocked by laughing sands, the Company Man
Who can no longer sing another song