The hour is nigh
I’ve dreaded it
Run from it
Paced around my cell
Till my feet are worn into the sterile tiled floor
But we all must take the long walk
To a short drop
Copy and paste expressions
Shaking heads
Following me
Tormenting me
White lights blind
I undo my top button
With trembling hands
I’m rambling
They’re all laughing
As I walk to my doom
“Get the fuck over it, Phil. It’s just a conference call.”
Alas,
Let my execution be swift.
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Matthew J. Fromm
Full-time nerd, history enthusiast, and proprietor of arcane knowledge.
Here there be dragons, knights, castles, and quests (plus the occasional dose of absurdity).
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