When I feel a real ocean
Of tension, in the dying postscripts
The post tits, the water cooler
Messages I’ve been on the harsher end of
Giant expense account boss sticks
When I feel the sobriety pain
The last name first name
Falling into a cool Heaney, Seamus
Pool of inalienable cool water
Who’d blame us under
Arguing on the internet
Competing in the paraOlympics
In the preachy pre-teen Platonic love insects
Plummeting from the ties of execs
Braking inches over the ground
Before the bladder heaves
To carom its silly legislature
Onto the nearest vindictive 24/7 suture.
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