men behind a desk

i am the man behind the desk
the one you see, but ears turned away,
the one you greet but never meet,
the one you know but never told.

i am the man behind the desk,
with an infinity of fabricated memories,
unlimited brain capacity, cause most of the time
it’s rotting away in silent agony.

i am the man behind the desk –
if you want a ferrari,

please don’t study.

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