Ongoing sporadic journal of the overeducated, and underemployed. The title derived from Coupland’s description of cubicle land; the corporate ghetto. Random photos and thoughts. Left the ghetto, never happier. This still a work in progress

10 August 2015

10.08.15
When she talk’s
She talks of Him
only in moments of weakness, 
does she need me now
She never learns
So she always 
Calls
Watching her speak
I see
Her hands 
Have lives of their own
She tells me
He 
is a great scholar
He
is a genius
only in moments
 does she need me now
does she need me now?
does she need me now?



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