On Oct 6, 9:35 pm, OJ Simpson <tariq.1.ra
...@spamgourmet.com> wrote:
> Nothing can be worse than shitting your pants at work.
> Once you pull that off, you'll always be a clerk.
> A terrible stench spread through the conf'rence room;
> My boss's expression showed I had sealed my doom.
> Now women jeer when they pass me in the halls,
> And ev'ry morning I endure jokes and harsh catcalls.
> In my Attends, I dread cruelty at my job.
> So what if I stink? You shouldn't be a snob.
> People love to laugh if you're wearing a diaper;
> They better watch out! Don't make me go all sniper.
What I forgot was odour I did know. What I remember was insinuations,
and demonstrations and words that turned a crew. This all became
exaggerated, bent, and flew beyond the words I knew. Those words I
know would mean a future where I returned a favour; one that found too
late those couriers of broken wind on printed paper.
Clerk and lowly staff are nothing torn asunder. In my house they are
one. Unless I let my memory fade and put things off, I will hav more
things to remember. I tossed a telly last decade for threatening my
life. I might hav more to throw if I forget just one more knife.
