Hello executives, managers and creatives,
Go ahead and stare at my marble cold face.
Are you expecting something?
A joke, a happy story, or a smile perhaps?
Is it strange?
I don't understand why it would.
It was just a duty, a war.
Relief is all I have.
You know...
My light is reserved, hidden, protected with titanium chains.
It must be frustrating, but you all will never have a single drop of my smile.
If someone has my smile, it means that person's in the front seat.
If you're not, be thankful for your ride, drink your kool-aid, play with your phone, and don't bother me with your sounds.
Your plastic drinks, your liquid makeups, together, they all just disgust my stomach.
No matter what you try to do, the world can't buy my smile.
Yesterday, today, or any day.
My smile has no price, no fee, no purpose, or shape.
It's my only gift, from God to the world
But for all you corporate and hipster cats
Go ahead and confront yourselves
All emptiness was built for you
Contemplate my blank statement about your idolatrized empty existence.