"N
o;"
she said, slowly,
the word dropping from her lips like the gentle uncorking
of a stopped-up bottle.
"No,
Maybe I won't do a great job.
I’ll do a
FINE job,
a
GOOD job,
a
~decent~ job,
an O-KAY JOB, an
ac
cep
table/ job.”
(First, she enunciated. Then, she spat.)
"Maybe--"
--she paused, for breath or consideration
as an overdue gleam
found it's way into her countenance--
"Maybe I'll do a MEDIOCRE
job. An AVERAGE job.
A /much-to-be-desired/ job.
Perhaps
I'll
do
a
SAD job, a SLOW job, a HACKNEYED job, a ~pathetic~ job!
MAYBE..."
...here, she paused again, as one should always do when giving a proclamation...
"...I'll do a BAD job.
And THAT'S O KAY."
Speech complete,
she sat--heaving--with her knees pulled into her chest.
After a good while
and a few kicked clumpfuls of grass,
she rose
and returned to her life,
doing just about as well
what she had done
before.
Jul 19, 2022
Jul 19, 2022 at 11:02 PM UTC
"N
o;"
she said, slowly,
the word dropping from her lips like the gentle uncorking
of a stopped-up bottle.
"No,
Maybe I won't do a great job.
I’ll do a
FINE job,
a
GOOD job,
a
~decent~ job,
an O-KAY JOB, an
ac
cep
table/ job.”
(First, she enunciated. Then, she spat.)
"Maybe--"
--she paused, for breath or consideration
as an overdue gleam
found it's way into her countenance--
"Maybe I'll do a MEDIOCRE
job. An AVERAGE job.
A /much-to-be-desired/ job.
Perhaps
I'll
do
a
SAD job, a SLOW job, a HACKNEYED job, a ~pathetic~ job!
MAYBE..."
...here, she paused again, as one should always do when giving a proclamation...
"...I'll do a BAD job.
And THAT'S O KAY."
Speech complete,
she sat--heaving--with her knees pulled into her chest.
After a good while
and a few kicked clumpfuls of grass,
she rose
and returned to her life,
doing just about as well
what she had done
before.
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