Classic Poem

She hits the


lake and now


it's time for


Like


five'll get


one, ten'll get/


roaring into the


blast of last


year's rasp,


or bereft on a


beach outside


a full-scale


rivet. “We've


got the best


employee


incentive plan


around: they don't


work


out, we


fire


them.” Slipping


in the freeze-


dried morning,


sipping on old


trends turned


sour, new


friends turned


the corner


to a bitterer break


than cast


iron. Bust


your pajamas


'cause the


calendar is


dormer. Hail as


the whittle in a


grain of plow.











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