Do NOT read

This loathsome work of fiction is a dream of sorts...
Showing posts with label British society. Show all posts
Showing posts with label British society. Show all posts

Monday, 20 June 2016

Tarmacadam

The falling to the earth
Of gray & tarmacadam
Games we play
Where noone has
the time to think
Amidst the wailing
Loss & stink
Of world, of hearts
All burned away
The violence of
Our average day... 

Thursday, 28 April 2016

The professor's brochure

It said in the brochure to the professions, that we had to be a certain type to get involved in the game.

In particular, those appointed above us for their talent, brains & acumen, as well as their superior abilities to make the tough choices, set aside from the personal loyalties & affections of their underlings, are qualified to decide whether or not we're useful.

Should you encounter one of these superiors whilst going about your daily employment activities, be sure to convey to your reverence to both their person & even the space it occupies.

On no account should any presumptuous attempt be made to engage with such higher beings on a personal level, so only speak if spoken to. Keep all responses concise and fully furnished with the utmost, subordinate respect.