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Every Tunic’s Tucked

EVERY TUNIC’S TUCKED

squeamish that every tunic’s tucked
on one side, lopsided, uncouth
on the page, in the book - why is
every model told to tuck her hand
inside her pocket, jam her socket
into her pants, plunge me into distress.
If they want us to buy online, can’t
we size it up ourselves. I laugh
like crazy…going crazy…the lazy
love to push buttons and tuck.
well i’m out of luck, looking through
glaring pages, glossing over, needled.

insensitive to my plight? perhaps
you have your own quirk. don’t
laugh behind my back…hit me
on the chin. just don’t tuck your tunic
with your hand in one pocket. i panic
at the unprofessional modelling. i turn
away, i scorn, i feel sick. the lazy
like to set up every one the same.
their camera should be ashamed…
how lame. let me speak…let me shout.

i was kidding about the chin -
keep it to yourself…

two most effective ways to miscommunicate

People are sharing in the company “chat”
Way too much information
Things others are reading, they should not know
Sometimes bullying co-workers.
Often hostile messages.
Totally unprofessional.

I am more experienced.
Have learned the hard way more times than the others.
Because I am seasoned.
All written text can and will be misinterpreted.
If you have a beef, pick up the phone and call that person.

Better yet, go see them.
Talk to them belly to belly.
The most ineffective communication is text and email.
Worse, they have proof and can show it around.

A Stoic Recessional

Driving to nowhere this dashboard, my confessional
My actions are my own doing, always discretional
Finding clairvoyance in love, most days are exceptional
Honest forthright, there is no reason to be transgressional
Live the golden rule, nothing about me unprofessional
I lead this parade, but not a thing about its processional
The chapter that ended, just a prequel of my sucessional
The answers I found, is reflecting becomes progressional
How I feel does nothing to move the costs decimal
Time on its own will always be a stoic recessional

A Fool Forgets His Tool

Not bringing along my tool
Has me made a Big fool:
A breaker of workers First Rule
And copyist of The Empty Mue
That should back turn to school…

So unprofessional an omission
That I be quick about its admission
But here I am rather cool,
Placidly surveying a greenish pool
While I had all deserved but a stool
And time to over spirogyra drool.

Identity's Unprofessional Entities

~ Limerick Form
                  Political Verse ~


Select leaders based on identities
Beware unprofessional entities
  Ms. Harris does not salute
  V.P. gives respect the boot
But Washington treats her with lenity

Unprofessional Omission

Not bringing along my tool
Has me made a fool:
A gross violator of workers’ first rule,
A copyist of the stubborn mule
And one to again lend time to some school… 
And here I am, seated, “Very Cool”,
Unrestrainedly gazing at a purplish pool, 
Though I’d deserved all but a viewing stool.

Mr Honey Badger - Revision

Office manager Mr. Honey Badger called his administrative assistant Mr. Bloodhound into the office. Honey badger was extremely mad because he looked out of his office window and could see that the employees in the office were whispering and snickering and not working. Honey Badger told Bloodhound to go out and sniff out what was going on.

It seems that the accountant, Mr. Rooster, and the receptionist, Miss Hyena were having a torrid love affair. Well, Mr. Rooster was crowing about it and Miss Hyena was laughing about his performance. And to top it all off, Mrs. Mockingbird was repeating everything she heard all around the office.

Well Mr. Honey Badger called them all into the office and sent them to see Mrs. Lion, the HR manager. Mrs. Lion told them in no uncertain terms that if they failed to cease their unprofessional activities at work they would not be returning after lunch.

Mr. Honey Badger never had another problem with his employees.

Epal, Unprofessional

By George P. Lumayag
https://georgelumayag.weebly.com/


I did boot up OS XP,
Did boost signal and built school website.


I did surf the net;  accessed the school site
And published things right.
It’s for public Google eye and sight,
But critiques were posted left and right.
Slur Texts: u r ePAL… and unprofessional ….


In my program, it’s not that easy coding unknown data,
Unacceptable to an ordinary public figure as metadata.

When I traced critic’s IP address, 
It seemed the mask known to me.
It’s not Shakespeare but it’s Joker!

If that runs my Windows,
The desktop might have a deadly icon;
The system infected by a worm.
It’s time to switch off wrathful attacks!
Now, trust me to hide your blogs and forms.

It's In the Syllabus

I spend a lot of time to write
A syllabus for class:
These are the rules, the dates of tests,
The points you need to pass.

I even make a video
Where I sit and explain
What’s written in the syllabus
So that they can’t complain.

I make a lovely website, too,
With all the files. They can
Find schedules, homework, old exams,
Who teaches where and when.

Yet nonetheless, the emails come.
“When is the homework due?”
“I heard there are no labs this week.
Say, is this really true?”

“I did not know there was a quiz.
Please, can I take it late?”
“When is my lab?” “We have a test?
I cannot make the date!”

It drives me nuts. They did not read.
I feel the urge to yell –
Of course, that’s unprofessional,
And so I simply tell

The student: “In the syllabus
It states, right on page two …”
And quote the lines – because, what else
Am I supposed to do?

5/9/2017
For contest What annoys you
Sponsored by Frank Herrera

Solitary Longevity-Immortality Theory

If one could be provided and sustained completely,
raised and educated by self maintaining computer machines
without ever having been exposed or aware of anybody
and live a life of complete solitary,
I believe that would increase the individual's longevity
even to the extent of immortality possibly
on the premise that we all do die eventually
due to life's ever ongoing tragedies.
Misery sucks the life out of you eventually
destroying your health gradually,
but if one has never experienced tragedy
or the strong hold of love's dependency,
there'd be no wear and tear on the individual's mind and body,
thus increasing the individual's life expectancy,
possibly even to the extent of immortality.
In any event, that's my unprofessional theory,
although I'm sure most will see it as delusional fantasy.

A Moratorium On Training New Lawyers

A Moratorium On Training More Lawyers?

By Elton Camp

With the job market for lawyers being saturated
It’s time that most of the programs be terminated

It surely seems that the law schools could understand
That the supply of attorneys already exceeds demand

That is why unprofessional things the law firm tries
Like openly and flagrantly beginning to advertise

Would any other profession stoop low to do that way?
“Let me take your uterus out,” would a doctor ever say?

Would a college professor advertise, “My class is best
And your learning here will be better than in the rest?”

Lawyer ads have a small-print disclaimer at the end
But for the oversupply of them, ads wouldn’t begin

Even to the law student, it’s unfair to crank more out
Then to make a decent living they find there’s doubt

On contingency, injury lawyers usually offer to serve
And unless they win the case, no payment do deserve

A losing client may need to pay the winner’s cost & fees
Most who sue are unaware of possibilities like these

When It Really Is the Teacher's Fault

When It Really Is the Teacher’s Fault

By Elton Camp

This is the excuse that we sometimes see
“I did that bad cause teacher don’t like me.”
It is far too easy to attempt to shift the blame
And the teacher is a convenient one to name

Yet, there are cases almost beyond any belief
Where the teacher is a scoundrel and a thief
To accept his monthly paycheck he has nerve
When he had done but little any pay to deserve

Tenure keeps a teacher from being unfairly fired
So that the principal’s own brother can be hired
But the incompetent and simply lazy it can shield
That’s why some states such laws have repealed 

Often employed by such an unprofessional jerk
Is assigning mindless and excessive homework
On family life such as this has become a blight
Dominate kids all day and control ‘em at night

About student work he doesn’t really give a heck
And throws the papers away without even a check
Teachers like that surely need to be shown the gate
To wait for them to retire is just entirely too late

Sepia Lenses

Ticking hands pace
My night eyes turn to flames
Non-existent finger nails bury into delicate olive-toned skin
I have received nothing.
911, my apologies the damage is already done.
Behaviors unbroken
Never aided by the suit which embraces 
That unprofessional professional
Tears of neglect rain down
This is the solitary procedure which could quell the breaths of my illness.
Ghosts of the mind-
Never conquered
Never defeated
Never died.
My desire is to venture into the light,
Though darkness and sepia lenses reign supreme here.
In the killing space there is no bulb-
No golden glow to enhance the way
No sight of tomorrow
No thought of yesterday
I lie;
Breathless,
No bushy tail
No bright eyes
Only sepia.
Sepia lenses incinerate my hope.

Letter To Dr. K

YOU dressed me down today
for interupting your conversation
said I was unprofessional
Don't you get, I care bout the patient?
How DARE you speak to me like YOU DO
Your education does not negate the fact
You can't talk to people, the way YOU DO
in fact, you can kiss my ass
I appreciate stuff the stuff you done
Stuff that should have been done anyway
we give you alot, more than our families
recognize that
I quit

Unprofessional Soldier?

If to you professionalism of a soldier

             is robotic obedience to orders for murder,

                                then count me out,

                                    I'm not a lout,

   I'm much more than that silver dog tag's serial number !

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