Whats your profession?

With a glare and a strong exhale, my face says "go away".Images in my mind of pain and suffering of my enemies bring a smile to my face.It is not a good day.Nothing can make it a good day.You will not cheer me up.Every step my feet stab into the steel steps toward the mindless babble center that is the workplace.The same faceless slabs of flesh mill around and grumble their grumbles,revive the same sarcastic humor from yesterday and the 7000 days that came before.Like flickering lights in a dark sky, the few angles of mercy walk past, cast a sympathetic glance and say "hello Mr.Ellis..".Hello.Good to see you.My face softens and I make eye contact on my way by, and return the kind and thoughtful gesture.Its amazing how few people are really appreciative and reciprocate good manners and polite demeanor.I reward this rare find with the utmost courtesy and support.The hours pass slowly and the souls of these rare and colorful creatures is slowly extracted from their bodies.The pay, hardly worth the cost, is the only motivation.Vampires rule this world.They suckle at your spirit and nibble for sustenance,tending the cattle.With rehearsed speech and propaganda befitting a Nazi rally, they attempt to mask their bitter disrespect and utter contempt with having to actually PAY MONEY for your hours with demands for more ,providing less means to accomplish the "goals" they have set.Every day is the true definition of doing what you have to do versus doing what you love to do.Apathy is the only virtue they nurture.Without apathy, the slaves would revolt and leave the farm.They need it.They promote it.Without apathy, the sun light of vision and creativity would no doubt sear their pale undead skin leaving them blistered and angry.I know of these things, so in their dark corners they plot and wait for the time to strike.Empty is this vessel, for I will overcome.I will bring the light and lead the people.It is the path to productivity and true success.Our will and our virtue shall be the rock that they shatter against, or all shall be lost and the sounds of industry will fall silent and the walls will grow lonely with only eachother to look at.Enlightenment is so close, but their eyes blinded, can not see.Faint in the distance, the horn sounds out the call to arms.I shall be ready.