Dotwin's Exclusive Charms Are Her Own
Eve’s serpent is no competitor for Dotwin.
Dotwin betrays your trust faster than she can learn your hair color.
A trickster, she glories in people’s misery.
“Oh, sorry,” she says. “I did not know that was a secret.”
Spreading bad news faster than the Internet,
She sneaks around at work, listening to private conversations
That are now never private. Making up part of the story
is also part of Dotwin’s exclusive charm.
All conversations cease when she enters the lunchroom.
Not noticing, she proceeds to readily fill the gap with self promotion.
She has been trying to find a new job for six months now,
Unfortunately, her reputation has preceded her.
We may be stuck with the only teacher who has ever
Smashed a brand new computer to prove to the computer techs
That it can be smashed, during the introduction seminar
Where one announced it was a resilient child-proof computer.
Child-proof, certainly.
Dotwin-proof? Not so much.
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