The tenacity with which creativeness is stressed
Suppresses the will in the other to craft
Dialogues do not emerge
The voice, body language and the fact
That ownership is theirs
Belittles traces of hope to create
To make it happen
Bring this, do that Why can’t you?
Why do I have to remind you?
What, how and where to do what
And why are you so inefficient
Through words, wrathful looks
They let you know
You are useless
But dear sir, I have to tolerate this
Because I have mouths to feed
Moreover, you are, you And I am,
I With just cool detached aloofness I have to survive
