Oh Company, My Lord

Load me up with tomes of work
Let no moment pass
where i am devoid of work
let me hide behind
the lines of code
push me to the extreme
where even a small nap
is devoid for me
to such a land oh company
lead me thou

I don’t exist now but
a worker
a coder ,an analyst, a consultant
Names that gave me wealth
And a magic wand to turn
Humans to machines
Make copies of myself


Even in loo
My mind be jammed with code
Hit me harder harsher so every
Thought percolates to a brilliant design.

Allow me to become a machine
devoid of pathos
Care, love and passion
Have always ditched me
In my grammar less life
When offers of sweet dreams
Have turned to waste lands
Thou had cradled me
Allowed me to reside in dark nights
Without food water and sleep
You have made me your slave
And happily in closed windowless
Rooms of my existence
I have served thee to
Wish away from sympathisers
and defeated men.


Oh company! My lord
If thou don't cram me
fill my bones with work
a razor
a train ,
a knot
awaits me