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[aid] => mick
[title] => Workaday Warrior
[time] => 2005-09-14 06:25:27
[hometext] => Sometimes colleagues make work more unpleasant than it has to be, so dream on.....
[bodytext] => I see you there across my desk, Smirking with your ego-pride Hiding behind your Janus mask, Your presence I can scant abide What a waste is all I think, Your life a foul residue All that good air turned to stink, A sour taste of inner you. In other times I’d strike you dead, No pretence that you are my peer Run a pike up through your head, Gut you like a fallen deer Instead I just politely smile, Careful not to give you cause Drinking back the rising bile, Our conventions turned us into whores. Lives now lived in tight confines, Of laws and social decoupage Wolfish howls now churlish whines, That lattes don’t come extra large Frightened by what makes us tick, Believing that we must abide Repression only makes us sick, Spoiling all the strength inside But in our blood are hunters still, Nature red in tooth and claw That placed us high on victors’ hill, And made us what we now abhor Sometimes then, when PCs freeze, I lean back in my form-fit chair And dream of smiting my enemies, With sharpened teeth and well worn spear. [comments] => 1 [counter] => 182 [topic] => 40 [informant] => spike [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 40 [ratings] => 8 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => fantasy )
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