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The System Works
I dreamed of you again last night.
I dreamed
I strangled you
with your own red tape.
Your bluing lips spewed technicalities.
You bled protocol.
You appealed to me to reconsider.
I quietly explained
that all applications must be made in writing,
in triplicate,
and anyway,
your limitation date had expired.
Then I buried you
under mounds of paperwork.
In the morning,
everything goes back to normal.
You're resurrected
and it's your turn
to kill me again.
Your red tape
looks like police cordon
around the scene of a crime
you committed,
not me.
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Comment by: Manda - 2006-05-20 23:07
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| hah! how true! clever clever word play, there's really many meanings you can gleen from this piece, not just the obvious one of beauracratic BS. witty and enjoyable. good work :) |
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Comment by: - 2006-05-19 12:59
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"You appealed to me to reconsider.
I quietly explained
that all applications must be made in writing,
in triplicate,
and anyway,
your limitation date had expired."
I love it, its so true, bueracracy can be so ridiculous sometimes. Its a great read. |
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Excellent. Your opening lines, great. well constructed.
In the morning,
everything goes back to normal.
You're resurrected
and it's your turn
to kill me again. |
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Comment by: MattyQ - 2006-05-04 16:20
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| And the best part of it is, it's exactly how things are. Thanks, Sarah. |
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| Your 'epignosis' is apparent. Well done, I enjoyed this thoroughly. |
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