This guy grunts in
hallways,
he's a real monster
among the beige
walls that have no choice
but to look out at
one another perpetually,
each glob of paint is an
eyeball of the world,
is there many
or only one?
the building is
like a mobius strip,
lorded over by
men in trim dark
suits,
they feed the monster
it begs for food,
but eats too hungrily,
it's always hungry,
"that's what they say," said
that's what they say, it was
what they were saying
down by the water cooler,
the monster doesn't go there
tho the walls do,
there's a book about it,
but it isn't published,
it would ruin the aesthetic,
so everyone agrees
and they scrapped it,
"that's what they say," there's
another book that includes the quotes
that know for sure, sadly that
one is all lies, it might even
be a hoax,
"the walls know," She says,
but she's a crazy one,
they took her away.
I didn't even cry,
mostly because I wasn't allowed
or can't recall how to be sad,
it's better that way,
we can avoid the monster
together,
"he was a man once," they said.
I heard that.
She said, "that's what they say."
But they still took her away.
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