Nobody expected him
To go over the edge,
There were no
Warning signs.

A good father and husband.
A dedicated worker.
A lonely, quiet man.
A ticking time-bomb.

The pink slip came
The same day the CEO
Got a ‘high performance’ bonus
And a new yatch.

Stuck between a past
That wasn’t really his,
And an nonexistent future,
Where else could he go?

Then the silicon chip
Inside his head
Got switched
To overload.

And no one
From the office
Would go Home
That day.

He would be called
A disturbed soul,
A problematic loner,
A totally unexpected case.

The truth is
He was just a cornered rat,
With nowhere left
To run.