Corporate Face

1: Corporation control

– But what would I be without you?
My company, my group, my corporation, …My very life!
You who give all the presence to my pretty suit, my uniform
What would happen if you disappeared?

-Look at your shaking little self! Without me you would just be a poor wretch.

2: Under the suit…

Who’s whining, asking to be someone, sending his fishing net ever further, in search of an object to add after the verb to be?
You are a fishing for identity

Still outside, you send out your line and bring back from the edge only stinking corpses, shoes with holes, pieces of scrap metal.
In your eyes, they are precious and you call them “networks”, “profits”…

And you’re all shaking – look at yourself! – at the idea of losing them.
I show them to you for what they are.
Look at me, my walls, my values, my traditions, my buildings, my strategies

3: Cant’ you see that they are nothing?

Let them swallow you up in their sticky nothingness,
You, the wide, the spacious ?
Don’t you see that it’s me who feeds on you, who digests you and evacuates you?
You and the thousands of lost souls of your kind.

If you opened your eyes, if one of you saw my misery behind the paintings, the codes, the languages – the misery of my back rooms, I would not be able to tolerate it.
I would grab this threat and scream the reality of his insecurity in the face of the one who dares to commit such out outrage,
he would tremble so much that he would beg me on his knees for forgiveness,
he would ask me to take him back and love him again.

Others would be so afraid of my threats that they would tighten up and thus reinforce the walls of my cells, making me stronger, more conquering than ever…
I would crush you in less time than it takes to say it and you would beg me to take you back into my obscure womb.

There, I’m telling you,
your weakness is my strength,
your crying is my fuel, the blood of my arteries.

The company is a facade,
Control, my true face.

©FJ May 2024
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