You half-caf buying,
cologne sporting,
paunch bandying,
chin shaving,
1% drinking,
vegan dabbling,
hazelnut creaming,
straw requesting,
checklist double checking,
sock matching,
finger moisturizing,
eyebrow preening,
tooth straightening,
slipper owning,
sideways combing,
piece of
civilized, middling, garbage.
I hope your MBA keeps you warm,
but then I know it does. So I answer back:
I hope your MBA keeps you
out of my backyard
and we're both happy, you not knowing
how badly I would love to skin you alive and
you too small to do the work you delegate to me and
our paths only crossing
in a few scripted and well caged exchanges
appropriate to the workplace we both need
to keep on keeping on.
I warned you about the sarcasm.
I appreciate that you stopped.
Because if I am going to be fired for assault
you can rest assured you will not be working there
or anywhere
that is not wheel chair accessible,
with attendant sign language translators on staff,
for the rest of your life.
