you get so alone

You get so alone
I scratch
my beard
and think
of all
I‘ve
feared,
the nightmares
of loss and the man
I used to call boss
in the place I would lurk
a pathetic excuse
for work
not like now
Ha!
with my dignity and
status
my unemployed revolution:
they will break us…
stuck to the window
a masking tape X
some pointless tribute
to those that would know
for so long it is them that I fear
the keepers, the secrets
so far and yet so near.
My dope dazed brain
fueled by tele
the truth is out there
food for my belly
but now the world
and the actors
have moved on
not aliens but arabs
who are holding the gun
what was common
dinner table chat
is brushed clean away
under the matt.
Conspiracy replaced
with a new world order