Here's some new poetry that was inspired at the office today. Any critical input on the piece is welcome.
Cruel and Usual Punishment
There was happiness in her voice
So innocently revolting
As the chipper chanting hammered
With varied tamping inflection
The twisting phone cord would have worked
To strangle out that naïve pitch
Which nauseatingly squeak squawked
Into the nerve like fiber line
What hell spawn on receivers end
Encouraged such numbskullery?
Where was great Zeus’s lightning strike
To right the chattering cosmos?
One’s soul should never suffer this
Some maladroited cubicle
Or tactless tack wall prison cell
That leached those water board-ish rants
11-14-2007
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