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twitch twitch
twitch twitch

i think he’s dead.

the man with the short fuse
and a bomb for a head

decided that he’d
had enough of this
faithful hypocrisy

and leapt out his
thirteenth-story office
window shouting to
the secretary
to hold his calls
while he stepped out for
lunch.

twitch twitch
twitch twitch

one son of a bitch
tried to ruin it
for everyone,

with a perfect-10
suicide off cloud nine,
four-and-a-half
somersaults straight
into the fucking cement,

and i’ll be the first
to admit, it was
marvelous

in only the way that death
can sometimes be
punctual

when what was once
a typical human being
like you or i (pardon
the white lie)

soaks in a bath
of his own blood,

smiling up to us,

understandably

mortal and short-lived.

but while watching
him fly without wings
made for a nice break
in our routine,

there’s still a lot of work
to be done in this
skyscraping
corporation of hell;

we all
must regroup and go
on without our proud
CEO,

all the numbers must be crunched
like aspirin, digested in haste
and spit back to the world
without pause,
because the yuppies on Wall Street
have to feed their kids

and i’ve got first dibs on his parking space.

twitch twitch
twitch twitch

isn’t everyone you meet
eager to climb
that last rung on the corporate ladder,

you can look them
in the eye and
almost taste their thirst for

blood, fortune, recognition,
and flying first class
for free.

honestly i couldn’t be happier
with the newfound anarchy
in our money-machine,

i would have done the job myself
if that depressionist hadn’t
suddenly figured out that his life
had absolutely no meaning
whatsoever,

and his glimpse of success
had long since vanished into
the ventilation system

with his low sighs and moans

while the secretary was
doing her job
underneath his desk.

and come to think of it,
isn’t that what we were
to him,

pimps and prostitutes
of a working-class caste system

low-brow white-collar
suckers for the love of
the dollar,

tell me if this sounds at all familiar.

when i look down at that crumbled pillar
of the industrial way,

i think to myself,

twitch twitch
twitch twitch

fuck this shit.

i’m sick of
sucking his dick
all day.




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