vealpen Z

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

26 August 2015

26.08.15  later
Poets are like
dogs

feed them

they come

buy a drink

and will mount you on a

 washer during the spin cycle

dream of chairs that hold you tight



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