Trapped Wind

A—2—B

Employee Document #123556/3/65532/1B

To: Paul Freeman, Reporting Department
From: Gerald Grier, Knowledge Enlistment
Time: 7/22/08 14:55:13 EST

Location: Room 23Z
Subject: Building Demeanor and Re-establishment

Met with one Vincent Moynahan regarding current restroom facility malfeasance. It is the general view of Mr. Moynahan that the odor and general surface layer of the established restroom in 356 Baldehide Street on level 31 is not only sub-par but by all generally accepted tenets on the subject, an abhorrent example of awareness degradation. It was said, "I can't even stand to walk by it; I take the long way to the elevator just to do so. And my god, the banter and bodily sounds, ehh, effects that arrive from that direction, makes me wonder if we're working in a -expletive- warzone in a dirty Burmese whorehouse." Let it be noted that the subject was himself profusely sweaty, taking small deep breaths every minute or so while nervously tapping his foot to the beat of a nearby office stereo. He insisted that he had only come to the office for a special meeting and was tired of being "dragged along like a mute albino turkey."

Conclusions drawn from the meeting with Director Moynahan are that the random sampling for Demeanor Re-establishment is not widely appreciated by the participants. It is my recommendation that we establish a new enlistment strategy, one to establish an enlisting attitude in the not yet established or enlisted enlistees we have. Also recommend that we screen participants for obvious drug use or other special psychoses that may be currently rampant in our thriving occupational community.

Please let me know if you have any questions.

GERALD GRIER,
Senior Director of Principals to the Vice President of Strategic Post-World Global Marketing - Northwest Florida Keys, Brown Division, Sector 655321
Department of Knowledge Enlistment, 356 Baldehide Street, NQ, NQ

cc; Encl., Bleep, Imp.

life of a law dealer

patronage mills and houses in the hills
stalls filled with horses and banks stuffed with bills

increase the powerbase
stretch out your hand and wrap it over your face

hold down the agenda
hit it with spin, send out the propoganda

undermine your opponent
favors for favors, cronies condone it

absolute victory to immortal glory
stroke for stroke, it's the same old story

01/23/1993

Our politicians have arisen from our ashes [our burning product]
and today they have published a sweet retort. [and of what is this reply]

It is with great priviledge and gratitude that I [pleasantries]
would like to introduce to you all today, [today, why today]
a good friend of mine to whom success is due. [friend now, foe later]

He is a man who does not lie, [January 26, 1998]
a man who has fought for good through the gray, [..]
ladies and gentleman, the man himself, client number 42! [client number 9]

My fellow Americans, [defamation of a country]
I promise to bring wealth and prosperity, [lets stomp peasants]
education and moral strength, [these are a few of my favorite things]
and finally, an end to our war [the end of peace]
on terror. [catch 22]

We must stop being Americans, [we shall cease to be]
we must start expanding our cultural property, [manifest destiny, baby]
expand our ethical depth [we're full alright]
and allow freedom and democracy to open the door [pandora]
to a new era. [falling buildings]

Let us stand together [ring around the rosey]
and show the world [we are the kernel]
what we can do! [nothing, absolutely]

Let's get to work! [There is no exit]

Cherry delights and Lady Luck

the scene is ready
on friday night
tables open
toilettes cleaned
velvet rope and
polished brass finish
ready to go

fast times are calling
strap in for the ride
the card houses are falling
so fates collide

whichever the game
it's all the same
odds stacked against you
and your friends too

Broken Emails

The string split;

what is it?
What is it that split it?
Down one path we speak,
the other, we scream.

Semantics split the string,
sent us our separate ways,
created a space filled with
doubt and paranoia and
in this case we blazed
away from the point.

Its a comment someone threw up,
a fear in the way. A
barrier to re-entry into the string again
is how the split began.

We talked our way back into reason
but the string had already split and
most who would not read on toward words more sane,
let the string split yet again.

It was a weak string to begin with
and the title of it did not help,
It split like wood!
And splintered those who felt
that they could tell
what the issue was.

And just when the words were coming together,
forming one thought, coherent and better,
out of the blue came a new kind of pain
and the now fractured strings turned to rain.

Words and names and blame and fame
all coming down, again and again,
and as a result today my bane,
the split strings, have turned me insane.