when he saw the nameplate
on his dull, grey cubicle,
it reminded him of an epitaph on a gravestone
sentencing him to a life
and death of reading e-mail
he would not be remembered
he would not be missed
but his inbox would never empty
and his boss would be ******
Sep 25, 2013
Sep 25, 2013 at 10:43 PM UTC
when he saw the nameplate
on his dull, grey cubicle,
it reminded him of an epitaph on a gravestone
sentencing him to a life
and death of reading e-mail
he would not be remembered
he would not be missed
but his inbox would never empty
and his boss would be ******
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