Rate this Poem I wrote it at work?

Question

I wrote this at work, tell me what you think, do you ever feel like this?

Fruit Basket for Bacchus

Latched and confined grapevines
Held by stringent social confines
And constructs meant to box the cube
Or sphere of nectar on that grew
Beyond the vineyard’s gates
Dionysus baby-sat by obligations
Grey pants weaved by corporate fates
Full of hands-free destinies
And other mobile Aquarian tendencies
Apollo spanking boardroom snakes
Fashionable Python-skinned boots underfoot
Riding his German made sun chariot through gridlock
To stay locked in a cube that squares
And tears the hunter-warrior caste
Into feeble broken racing rats
Tasty little morsels, made snacks
For wide-grinned lip smacking fat cats

Answer 1

hey i think i work there.

Answer 2

I understand most of it.Dionysus baby-sat by obligations - does this mean the wine,comedy,tragedy sat aside because of work?I like the rest of it.