Suits
I don't get you, buying suits
wearing suits
five days a week, eight hours a day
(and overtime whenever needed
five days a week, four hours a day)
Business breakfasts with a suit
Business lunch with a suit
Greeting your employees, managers and CEOs
while wearing a suit
How on earth can you express joy?
Obviously you don't wear a suit
because that's what you do every day
And joy is not an everyday thing
Do you write poems?
Do you sing songs?
What do you do in birthdays,
anniversaries and funerals?
How do you tell the world
that you're happy for life,
that you're in love,
that you're in sorrow?
Do you wear a suit?
Do you just change your shirt and tie?
I fear your suit.
It's a way of telling the world
that you don't care
That everything is important
(and therefore, nothing is)
It's your way of saying:
"I am someone in this world
And I deserve attention"
Aren't you somebody
without a suit?
Aren't you worthy of attention
in T-shirts and jeans?
What's so special about your suit?
I don't know if it's a mask
or a prison, or a trap.
I don't know if you like it
But to me (and many more)
you look like a madman
masturbating with your fellow suits
all important men
climaxing on business cards
but never
on
your
suits
(First of a series of poems I'm doing: "Businessmen" I'll later link to the rest of the poems here)