I've been a couple of years / poem

I've been a couple of years
working for the system
of Justice
work from 8 am to 4 pm
when I arrived at 9 o'clock
I see lots and lots
of paper
on my desk
in the next
at ground level, like ivy
poisonous
turn calls after calls daily
the phone never stops ringing
it is depressive

"Work degrades
to the man"
I read
ever
or something like that.

I have caught a small neurosis,
I can not stop working,
as soon as I arrive at the office
of dispatch
I transform
I am like a machine
a machine that spits
leaves
sheets with legal content
laws, accusations, crimes
lies;
I am at most like a poet
a poet who vomits and defecates
the law

The only good thing about everything
[because in the bad there is always something good]
memory,
it was lunchtime
I regularly ran away with a girl
a very pretty brunette,
of big white teeth,
Snow
with very vivid eyes
with very black eyes
the blackest I've seen
in my unhappy life
but that,
that
particularly
He killed me.

slavery in my country
had been abolished (1854)
but I was a slave
of system one
well ingrained
he worked most of the month
that were almost always 31 days
my salary [which was very low]
it reached for one
or maybe two days,
the prices went up;
and nothing came down
or if
I drank little alcohol
I had little sex
little food
my clothes had black holes
as Einstein would never have
imagined

a Thursday already nightfall
when I was
deeply decayed
sober
watching TV.
the Attorney General appeared
saying that it would end
the corruption
against those who attack
the socio-economic system
of the nation,
then he started some dissertations on
Justice
talking about things
that he does not believe
me neither
and from whom he obeyed
orders without even knowing it;
Tired of everything,
of the
of the life
of the world
of the TV
take the remote control
with the toes
I pressed hard
The power button
and I turned it off
and I fell asleep
and the next day I resigned.