The quest for ions
I kinda like stupid people
I fit in
But their questions doth
Amuse
No -I usually hang about McDonald’s dressed in a uniform
I call it niche cosplay
Yes sir I do know who I am speaking to
You gave me access to your information
Although you maybe someone pretending to be you
Sorry need to explain
these are my attempts to be fired from employment
Now
if you ask me again
If you ask me again it will be a different now
Do you work here?
Do you know who you are talking to?
Do you know what time it is?
Actually heard someone coming back from lunch
That they slept in
We should make the next year coming 2026
Just miss 2025 out
Could you imagine future historians trying to figure it out
Would you like to explain yourself
Well are we talking anatomically physically
Do you need a breakdown of the word yourself
I would explain but I am unsure if you could
grasp it
Here is some drawings or a ball of tin foil to play with
You are meant to start at 8
I did
I just didn’t start here
Can you email when you have finished those reports
Dear Carl
When you have finished those reports
Copyright © Christopher Quigley | Year Posted 2024
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