I've toyed around with the notion of a heart attack
A
simple seizure of the life muscle
To
guarantee those three or four vacation days next week
A
little bed rest and some vindication
Keep
work guessing about my stability and reliability
Force
the imposing of a backup plan
Just
in case you-know-who has another episode
Maybe
they’d care then
Maybe
they’d be sorry
Maybe
this is a juvenile short sighted rant
Like
my job and the corporate policy
Enforced
by barely literate troglodytes
Who
will be forced to scrub the stench of my spent carcass
From
the ergonomic HermanMiller where I expire
Then
of course I have never done this before
Maybe
I’ll take it too far
I’ll
be a vegetable or a corpse
I
am prone to excess and flair
And
drama and overdoing it and not thinking ahead
and pushing the
buttons, and, well
Things
could get out of control real quick
After
all it’s just another lost Saturday
Another
chance to prove I’m the only one
Who
takes care of business
Rights
what’s wrong
Is
striving for success
Writing
another poem about the great state of suck
and the supporting
structure thereof
I’m
an enabler and for that I apologize
Every
hour of overtime
Every
additional weekend day
I
apologize to that kid back there and back then
The
one who wouldn't grow up
Who
still can’t tuck in his shirt
Prefers
Dr. Seuss to Dr. Phil (by about a million bazillion times)
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