The working class die first. Continue reading Working Class Doom
I checked with your boss, he said it was cool to blow off your work and listen to this. Continue reading The Seattle Slip
A poem about the Apocalypse via the captains of industry. Continue reading Fracking
Mark Shallows, my alter-ego, is stoked about his new temp job. Little Miss Muffet Sat on a Tuffet In the offices of Mr. Grey Along came a spider sat down beside her and said I shall whip you this day! Ms. Muffet was offended but none the less upended He was a billionaire so it was OK Spider fetched whips and an assortment of clips Proceeded to have his way She thought she was set. He had his own jet and bundles of loot But sadness befell her when he proceeded to tell her He was just a janitor in … Continue reading Mr. Grey couldn’t make it. I’m from Manpower.
When I apply for a job, there is a sweet, round woman that leads me into a room with banks of computers. They use the Sphynx Riddling program to test the content of the job applicant’s soul. The wires are … Continue reading No Wrong Answers