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A Very Bad Day at the Office
The inconvenience that attached itself to my day Was more than a normal debacle; It was a lamprey or leech that locked onto my psyche.
I could feel its stalactite/stalagmite teeth Sinking deeper, and more painfully, into my spongy hemispheres, Sucking the lifeblood out of all its cells,
Causing me to perform stupid, humiliating, hurtful deeds Interpreted, by fellow workers, as "eccentricities," "irresponsibilities," Which they recorded in a petition they submitted to the authorities —
An exposé of my irrefutably "strange behaviors," Which they hoped would lead to my immediate termination; I posed a "unnerving security risk," according to the 317 signatories.
And maybe there was some merit to their misgivings. After all, I couldn't explain why I'd disrobed, Run throughout the 150,000-square-foot headquarters, stark naked;
Why, before exposing myself, I sabotaged all the computers, With a virus that posted everyone's e-mails onto the Web, Publicizing office fraternizations, affairs, extortions, embezzlements;
Why, after my "streaking" episode, I chose to end my life, in such a time-consuming manner, By letting everyone stab me, with paper clips, letter openers, pens.
The slow bleed was less like a reenactment of Jesus's martyrdom Than a sacrificial ritual performed by demons Obsessed with digging lampreys, leeches out of their flesh,
Setting off hundreds of spurting red geysers. Only, the sucking parasites were pieces of psyche — my psyche — My associates feverishly attached to their foreheads.
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