I am the plumber*
invited to committees
by professionals
to describe shit-tubes’
best practices re: shitty
deliberate choke
points (professionals
either acknowledge I know
of what I speak or
forever dismiss
me (death to the either/or)
as embittered staph)
What makes a good boss
sharpest interview question:
Me, nine of ten say
*I am the polite
Bajoran people invite
to symposiums
but have no real sway
among my people* today’s
lame metaphor, gag
| Our shitlord astronauts, who are not actually shitlords but for Bezos, actively fuckyouing you, I’m leaving this | |||||||
| shithole as soon as I can. Working in a university library slaps me daily re: attrition and decay as shitlord | |||||||
| Policy One. I no longer do the Slothrop allusion but I am a trajectory of motherfucking late boomers | |||||||
| No one has ever asked me and no one ever will why I didn’t type a period at the end of the third line. | |||||||
| Shitlords savant-mine amoral geniuses, their most gifted sociopathic actuaries tell them to tell peasants the shitlords rocketing to Mars | |||||||
| Betting on clusterfuck shitlord poker. Why do I daily shorthand and deliver shit you already know? |
Nothing to say doesn’t stop me from saying something
Just because I say it out loud doesn’t mean I have to say it to you, here I am
Nothing to say is telling you something that you already know, nod
Everyone agrees we’re being reprogrammed I don’t tell you three times anymore
