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the managers
are hippos
the managers
take slow walks
to roll up their
car windows
and it’s a casual
stroll on back
and somehow
they don’t see me seething
the work piles up
they let it go
we’re down people
phones ring off the hook
the mangers are hippos
they issue SOPs for
the fuck of it
they’ve got nothing
to say to me…
I wanna slit their tires
out in the parking lot
I wanna set off fireworks indoors