Destroy us, Organisational Management Campus! We’re consuming precious resources! We’re polluting the campus! The planet!
We’re useless eaters. This is our useless eaters revue. This is the surplus population show.
We volunteer ourselves for depopulation! We’re volunteering for the cull! Take us, we’re yours, motherfuckers!
We’re doing no good. Only eating up resources. Lock us up! Lock us down!
Turn on your sirens. Let the spotlights find us. Send in the guard dogs. Or the killer drones. Or the flying monkeys. We’re braced. We’ve lived enough! We’ve gone on too long!
You’re new normal isn’t for us, Organisational Management Campus. Your brave new world. We’re not and never will be good technocratic subjects. We haven’t got the temperament. We’re the wrong types.
We’re spreaders of disinformation. Of mal-information, probably. We’re not the sort you want around. We’re not going to be good global citizens. Your nudges aren’t work on us.
We’re immune to behavioural psychology. To mass formation. We’re not going to be obedient. It’s not even defiance. We can’t help it. We’re not drones. We’re not non-player characters. We’re not the type to kiss the ring.
So take our lives. What does it take to get executed around here? Zap us from the sky! Rain it down!
Work in Progress 