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Jan 16, 2014 | Poetry | 0 comments

don’t offend your boss’s *boss
and expect your life to resemble anything worthwhile

 

when bad things happen to you
the way people around you react
largely determine whether or not anything good comes of them

 

hope is a lot like credit
the less you have
the more substantial things demanded out of it

 

in the game of loss of hope
psychiatrists are like safeties
trying to reach the running back
after he got past everyone else

 

when faith gets cooked
you’re in a pickle
between expectation and disbelief

 

when you have hopelessness
in front of your nose too long
it gets behind your eyes

 

* infinite regression of bosses, using mathematical notation denoting an infinitely repeating set

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