A poem about being discouraged at work.

A Foreign Place

How did I get to this  foreign place

what is this language they speak

algorithms, regression, suppression,

ad hoc., geocoding, merge/purge.

Trying to find my  familiar ground

searching the want ads

as if they were road maps

to lead me to a saner place.

I travel 15 minutes to this foreign place

by mauve walls and a window,

autonomy, empowerment and

the latest technology.

Yes, this foreign place is lovely

some  would travel hours to get here

but how satisfying can it be

when you were never taught the language.

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