My colleague Bruce declared last week that on Monday our office would go sarcasm free. Apparently, he gets confused. He probably realizes that a lot of what I say "jokingly" I actually mean.
Deprived of sarcasm, I am forced to seek new and creative methods of speaking my mind. Hence, this poem:
Bruce is ugly
Bruce is not cute
When I see Bruce
I want to shoot
It was very well received by my colleagues. Who knows? If I keep this up, I may be invited to read at Sarah Palin's inauguration in 2013.
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"She stopped, she looked at her brother. 'Isn't life,' she stammered, 'isn't life-.' But what life was she couldn't explain." Katherine Mansfield, The Garden Party
