let’s dance

so we joined our hands
in an alarming show of unity -
a fit of choreographed harmony. we
stepped in and out (it was assumed
we could not really step out) hands
raised in worship to the hysterical
hoopla of the god of corporate unity -
a sacrifice of spirit and soul.
mindless(ness) rules.

then we spun,
endlessly (or at least it seemed
so) for three counts eight -
a superlative symbol of simpering symbiosis -
a maddening malarkey;
before we sunk
down on our haunches and reached
for the pendulous, bulbous balls of bad
taste.

then we spun again. again!
in hoe-riffic merriment. oh, we laughed!
the consuming comfort of conformity -
to cast thought away, to never wonder,
to intellectual indifference, to benign belligerence -
hushed whispers over steaming coffee and hasty lunches.

no one asked. no one
asked why we were doing this
at all.
why?