Game Face

A poem about the lies we tell

I don’t want this job But that’s not my reply Despite the crush of it all I lie and I lie.

Despite better judgment Insincerely I try To convince the jury before me Then I straighten my tie.

Soon I am feigning The greatest of knaves So happy to be here One of the slaves.

I will gleefully give My dreams and my time To fatten their wallets And their bottom line.

I will hand over my days And mull over my nights To set my overlords free Their future is bright.

I will tend to my duties And I will follow the drills And tell the world I am happy To follow their will.

And should I awake Should my voice come to bear I will be kept in my hole By self-doubt and fear.

Then I will lie to myself And say I’m doing okay I will put on my game face Whilst inside I decay.