sniff That’s just beautiful.
I work on PowerPoints all night
To illustrate my lecture.
You show up late. I bore you now,
Or such is my conjecture.
I cannot push the things I know
Into your tiny head.
It might help if you listened, but
You text message instead.
My comments languish, un-picked up,
And yet you drop this bomb:
You blast me as a lazy bitch
On rateyourprofessor.com.
a haiku:
Work, work, work, work, work,
Work, work, work, work, work, work, work,
Work, work, work, work, work.
Are you bleeding out?
Or have an anemia?
I’m your blood bank guy.
goddam… the phone!
Goddam, The customer, with another life story!
Who to pretend to answer first!
Goddam
fml
Much paper on desk
Clueless techies need sho^h^h^h scolding
Many deadlines loom
internal politics; sigh
and retrieve “borrowed” resourse
Please stop calling me
Will not give you my coders
Don’t care if you beg.
One more week; not my problem
Mafia thread brings relief
For some reason I hear K.C. and the Sunshine Band singing this to a donor:
I’m your blood bank man that’s what I am
I’m here to draw whatever I can
Be it early mornin’ late afternoon
Or at midnight it’s never too soon
To wanna bleed you to wanna please you
To wanna take it all all from you
I wanna draw your blood, squeeze this rubber ball
I wanna be the one ya love most of all - oh yeah
Meetings then Meetings
Listen, the fools say nothing
We missed the dealine
Helplessly hoping today holds more
than time out of mind, staring
blankly at the monitor.
Mindlessly browsing the Dope,
refreshing frequently, frequently
unrefreshing.
Hours pass slowly, and I know
it’s time I was on my way.
Wait! Here it comes, an e-mail:
“Please add this press release to the public website.”
Five minutes out of hours save me
from dull monotony.
I wanted to be a rock star.
by Otto
Shut the fuck up, bitch.
I said shut the fuck up, bitch!
Thank you for calling.
Why crawl in my ear? Why chew on my brain?
complain worms, whining worms, dancing, grinning eating away
I smile, I sing, honey on my tongue; you won’t be lulled to calm
When is it coming? Why the delay? You ask am I listening to a single damn word you say?
I hear you loud and clear…now kindly pull your verbal maggots out of my ear.
Otto, I too work in Customer Service. Your poem is brilliant.
*The Certificate of Incorporation, Amalgation or Continuation
Is my chimera and my snark.
Where has the blasted hypothetical got to?
I’m completely in the dark.
I’ve got an angry lawyer on the phone
and I’d rather be at home
It seems there is no hope,
but for doughnuts and the Dope.
The Certificate of Incorporation, Amalgation or Continuation
Is my chimera and my snark.
Where has the blasted hypothetical got to?
I’m completely in the dark.*
Thank Grover
It’s over.
I don’t have a job.
I just go to school sometimes
then sit on my ass.
I can only do a poem in haiku form. Not good with the whole rhyming thing.