Come sit down on seats of leather.
Teeth shining bright, nails manicured.
I wear blue golf shirts for pleasure.
Come sit down on seats of leather.
Speaking loudly, here’s a lecture:
“Synergize growth! And move forward!”
Come sit down on seats of leather.
Teeth shining bright, nails manicured.
Entries from November 2007
Corporate Executive Strategist Who’s Compensated For Something
November 16th, 2007 · No Comments · Poetry
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The Essence Of The Postmodern Middle Aged Man In His Native Habitat
November 15th, 2007 · No Comments · Poetry
Daily is something I don’t understand.
To start I wake up and put on my clothes,
then go to the bathroom and wash my hands,
then drive to work anonymous, unknown.
I lose the feeling of one more coffee.
Stayed up too long doing nothing last night;
do it again when at home, finally.
The start of the race is the finish [...]
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