The rat king is a mythical animal mentioned in European lore. The rat king is believed to consist of several rats tied together by their tails. Other rats feed and care for the king. His strength lies in his subordinates. All the rats obey him. For most of my life I suppressed my creativity under social pressure. I tried working in an office, waking up at 7am 5 times a week, walking around in a suit, running errands for the boss. Some times it seemed like I was doing well: I was getting promotions, a good salary. But the feeling that I was a "black sheep" never left me. Looking at my colleagues, I thought I was dying inside. Together they were constantly discussing who they hate and how they could trick their bosses. They stopped dreaming.
The corporate machine bound them with badges and ties, turning them into the mythical rat king. He does not forgive mistakes, he is cruel and I am just a bargaining chip to him because I do not play by his rules