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Don't hate me, but I am a tool for the man.

As such, I had to discipline an employee today who's been a jerk to me from the begining. I got no pleasure from it, but plenty of agravation.

Being a tool for the man isn't too much fun.

That must be why it pays well.

E.E. Cummings

some ask praise of their fellows
but i being otherwise
may compose curves
and yellows,angles or silences
to a less erring end)

myself is a sculptor of
your body's idiom:
the musician of your wrists;
the poet who is afraid
only to mistranslate

a rhythm in your hair
(your fingertips
the way you move)
the

painter of your voice--
beyond these elements

remarkably nothing is....therefore,lady
am i content should any
by me carven thing provoke
your gesture possibly or

any painting(for its own

reason)in your lips
slenderly should create at least one smile
(shyly
if a poem should lift to
me the distinct country of your
eyes,gifted with green twilight)