Beijing Whitecollars

Beijing Whitecollars prose poem

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She sits still like a rock, in front of her equally lifeless laptop
Seems like someone’s glued her long, slender fingers to asdfjkl;
Her blank, glassy eyes stare at the identically empty page
The lack of ideas is sending her into a fit of rage

Knitted brows forming 2 deepening thin, vertical creases
A desperate eye gazes through the dust-stained window pane
She thought about the time where her words flowed with ease
But now the writer’s block was a lethal, puncturing pain

She looked at the scurrying tractors pushing heaps of Earth
She gazed at the veins of metal cords sprouting from the ground
Soon, another posh apartment will stand upon this yellow dirt
But looking at her debt and bills, her own home is still unfound

Now, she feels a piercing stare from a glaring white envelope
A crimson ancient Chinese coin decorated its top left corner
It’s from the central bank, her eyes lit up a little hope
Maybe the earlier investments are now going to help her

She took in a chilly mixture of tap-water and polluted air
And breathed out a warm concoction of white, ghostly smog
She tore it open and brushed aside her frizzy hair
She is now either a millionaire or a huge laughing stock

She unfolds the 4 neat prints on the fate-deciding page
Her eyes widened with exuberance and surprise
The amount earned was almost four-times her wage!
She could feel a set of keys to the home in the high-rise

Truth be told, after this small dosage of happiness
Reality will sucker-punch her in the face
She will notice that half a bedroom is all she can afford
She lags way behind in this fearsome modern race

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Semi-sweet and a little nutty. Introverted, socially awkward, but still easy-going and loves penning short legacies in poetry. Big on all things red, and passionate about music. Down-to-earth and enjoys short walks in mother nature's embrace. Smile people, today's going to be a great day. Try stuff you've never tried, go places, venture abroad and live a life you will remember.
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