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

25 March 2017

25.03.17-Junk Jesus later
It’s not easy when you party
For a living
It’s on your lips
as you wrap around
me
long legs bring together
living and dead
you paying a karmic debt?
What your taking 
can
 kill you
what your taking 
can 
resurrect you
Junk Jesus
says
we’re all
forgiven
Blame it 
on
my demonic curse
blame it 
on 
the universe

underground
Where nothing sacred 
there’s no hallowed ground
feel the fever, chills
the kick is coming
the pain is coming
have faith
Junk Jesus is coming

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