They keep the head down, never questioning management,
Afraid of their own shadow, sucking up but it's embarrassment.
Drones in the office, no windows, more like a prison,
This environment is toxic, a servitude for money mission.
Never spoken down to anyone that I happened to oversee,
But watch how some do it quickly and so comfortably.
Would rather claw my own eyes out than work in another place like that,
Energy vampires really exist, I can truly tell you this is a fact.
Genuine people are harder and harder to come by,
No backbone or spine, stop obeying until you die.
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Shaunmatthewcpoetry (
Offline) - Published: February 11th, 2026 07:09
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A poem that felt so dystopic yet it is so true that people have a natural tendency toward compliance and with a need to be seen as normal no one disagrees in front of anyone else even twisting obviously wrong perceptions into what is right just to comply. Good write
Shaun, this carries real heat. The prison-like office imagery grounds the anger, and the “energy vampires” read as a metaphor for burnout culture rather than fantasy. That final line slams hard…obedience without backbone. Fierce and unapologetic. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
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