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.
Currently there are no comments related to "A Foreign Place". You have a special honor to be the first commenter. Thanks!
Welcome to Authspot, the spot for creative writing.
Read some stories and poems, and be sure to subscribe to our feed!