Poems about Capitalism, Business, and Work Archives - The Cracked Door

05/27/26 A New Haiku for a New Day

I eat. I converse.
I walk. I see. I consume.
I I I want more…

Blast from the past:

New job, new projects
New toolkits, new people with
New idols they serve

The sense of the self
Filters to us from every
Commercial we watch

Blast from the past:

The former ghost town
Now bristling with commuters
Dodging the ritzy

Metrics for success
Never depict the success
I want in my life

Blast from the past:

Can you understand
These lives have more value than
Quarterly earnings?

We can control it,
At least enough to profit.
Release the kraken!

Blast from the past:

The crowd flocks to the
Marketplace to buy what sells.
Who is feeding who?

Even at the desk,
Sitting with my coworkers
I long for my office.

Blast from the past:

If telling me what
To do’s your only technique,
That’s bad management.

Stand in line
All we need is
Your compliance

Blast from the Past:

I should fall in line?
For a job? That’s never worth
It in the long run.

Glitter that is gold
Just weighs me down. Give me cheap
Confectionery

Blast from the Past:

Money:

Reducing all things
To one scale of diminishing
Value to attain

Use your learning to
Get paid more for the same job
As everyone else

Blast from the Past:

Your education
Gives you the skills to realize
How dumb your boss is.

There on the front line
In between the heartless system
And the humans it hurts

Blast from the Past:

Why do we let our
Human lives be confined by
Our inhuman worlds?

I race through the clouds
Of Euphoria, thinking
Work is almost done

Blast from the Past:

Tiring work to just
Stay put. The modern world is
Really a treadmill.