In the fluorescent glare of the corporate sphere,
They peddle wellness with a veneer.
A yoga mat unfurled in the break room’s shine,
A fruit basket sits, part of the scheme.
They’ve crafted a mantra, “Live well, work better,
Yet they tighten the noose, the contractual fetter.
From nine until five, your spirit they drain,
Packaging peace, which you’ll never attain.
Corporate wellness, a masquerade grand,
A ploy to keep the demands of the brand.
They preach serenity while chaos is king,
Underneath the wellness, stress tightening its sling.
Chanting about balance, the harmony of life,
As they sharpen their knives on your conflict.
Inhale, exhale, the meditation’s a ruse,
Designed to distract, pacify, and confuse.
In the guise of care, they plot their deceit,
Where deadlines are heartbeats, skipping a beat.
Find your center, ground your soul,
Yet they’re robbing you blind, taking their toll.
Corporate wellness, a cruel irony,
Dressed up in the trappings of piety.
A gym membership as a noose disguise,
While the treadmill of work steadily fries.
Its a hamster wheel, indeed painted green,
A sick joke where true colors are seldom seen.
Youre running a race rigged from the start,
Where wellness is a chart, not an art.
Late into the night, the emails beep,
Stealing the sleep you’re struggling to keep.
Yet there’s yoga at dawn, a salve for your pain,
An opiate to keep you docile, restrained.
Corporate wellness, oh, the irony does bite,
Dressed up as aid, its just a slight.
So take that token fruit, that synthetic reprieve,
True wellness is something they can’t conceive.
For real peace begins with a daring leap,
Away from the grind that buries you deep.
Find a path where passion and health align,
Where you’re valued for being, not just the bottom line.