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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Oh! How I long for that one sweet moment of loneliness, when the human race decides to piss off, leaving me to wallow in my own company. The pressurized world, the ceremonious corporate reciprocates, one’s space to foul, with flouting flagrant farts! Creating thunderous turmoil, a chaotic state of mind, a wind of prevalent change. Innocent minds, virgin thoughts collective breeding grounds, stage upon stage, the master’s philosophy to be acted out. His! To nurture, to alter, personalities to change, ideals to strive for, directions to enforce. The new breed, created from the production line of progression, cantankerous wankers! Mountaineers all. “No strings” Yet each one a “Puppet” To the regime, each one skilled in the art of deceit, degrees in codhology, all willing to sell their soul to the executive. “Interaction Management” The suave enemy. “Believe it” At one’s peril, “The flattery the empathy the confidence” Seek out! The expression behind the expression. If not! “One will love it” Hook line and sinker, caught in a web of verbal trash, dressed up in treachery. Soon the moralist to become ridiculed, their dispute subjected to “Reductio ad absurdum” Yet their accuser dances amongst the clouds, eyes forever searching skywards, the social divorce permanent. Who! Are these arrogant ones, those reared in such cynical ways, their curriculum brimming with intellect, yet without the power to reason, only the power to perform! The forked tongue, the worthless hand shake at Christmas time, the insincere parody that floats across the pay table. Many years I have given myself to this crap, and here are these bastards, having us all feel grateful, for the “Privilege of employment.” © Harry J Horsman 1993
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