Hella Tired-Poem

by Samuel De Lemos

Ever need coffee in the middle of the day?
I find myself dozing off,
bobbing my head
like a restless ground squirrel
trying to stay awake.

I’m hella tired!
my head keeps dropping
as soon as my eyes close
reading a spreadsheet
with my workers
productivity rates.

I think its a combination of
seeing souls reduced to ratios;
statistics, and mind numbing
algorithms–some smart-ass
dreamed up right out-of-college.

I swear this mindless task
makes me addicted to caffeine.
wishing I could escape, seeing everything
perfectly ordered–its like living in someone’s
OCD nightmare come true.