Copy Paste is a dark comedy on the ‘so what?’ of life. Through the disturbed eyes and the broken souls of three top-tier management consultants. Personal and professional. Shit hits the roof. Shit stays stuck to the roof. For long.
Is it just them or is it me?
Is the joke on all of us
Played by the known.
Two years worth of affective dysfunctions
two years of not being firm in the firm
neither in appendage, nor in resolve,
nor in a wavering self-esteem.
My flimsy, flimsy paper mask,
my hubris and stylish Kool-Aid sips
my whirlpools of existential dread
my hopes and dreams
go round and round.
Sometimes,
I laugh, and I laugh, and I laugh,
as if it had happened to someone else.
I swear on my prescription joys,
I pray I do not fuck things up.
My aims and the aims of society,
my friend,
my mental health
goes round and round
I'm just a broken record
out there
in the world
A sticky and viscous dark blue thought
My name is redundant, I work as a consultant
I copy and paste my pain each day
From 4am to 4am
While the rest of the world
Goes round and round
(Source: Episode 7 Theatre Film Peatix)