Glass Empty

As the fumes of cheap fireworks drift away, and that twenty third shot begins to take effect.

A flurry of cliched memes & motivational quotes race through your black screen,

All echoing the same refrain:

“New Year, New Me!”

You push yourself through the hectic hive of work,

In return for deflated wages in a ballooning world.

Promised the raises will come and the morsels scraps of a bonus will be given.

So long as you continue to pretend to be driven

You express, your views and that creative side to your digital audience

For the fleeting comfort of a like or a retweet

Oh what a process of catharsis!

Another sip of fermented grapes is due

You reach over but,

Glass Empty.