Like mange, I find it strange
to be prompted by a meme.
"WTF?" say I, as I look up to the sky
and ponder what it means.
I'm at work, you jerk
is what I'd like to scream.
I don't have time to sit and rhyme
I must suck it up for the team.
Oh, fine. I quit. I'll submit
even if it hurts my self-esteem.
. . . .
This poem inflicted on you thanks to Jon and a temporarily compliant nature. I'm sorry. Really.
Posted by Jason at October 19, 2004 04:08 PM