Competition capital .A Poem by Adam ParkerCompetition in the workplace , life , love.
Competition for intelligence spans across generations,
comparison in companies that crawl close to the surface of hell, I will not sell my soul to satan, 60,000 to sell coca-cola to people who are already going to buy it. No. I will not sell my soul to the devil. Lutherens wouldn't accept Luther so they wouldn't lose their will, I will not sell myself to be rejected, I don't care if "mr parker they will see you now" I will stand up from the plastic chair, Scrunch my plastic silly cup and say adios to the plastic people who sit there. The only thing not comparible is creation that is why people create. In our capitol-centred capital there is nothing apart from business , I see this as none of my buisness. I'm in the plane and I'm the pontious pilot , I wash my hands of it all . © 2017 Adam Parker |
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Added on March 28, 2017 Last Updated on March 28, 2017 AuthorAdam ParkerLeeds, United KingdomAboutI'm Adam,I'm 19 and I live in leeds, England. I like writing poetry/ screenplays. Please give me feedback xxx more..Writing
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