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Wednesday, November 28, 2012

In The Break Room

Chairs all arranged in rows
(is it going to be a play? a performance?)
PowerPoint appears to be the broadcast
I am sure it is quarterly results
(don't get so excited, you three in the back)

The zombies march in, arms limp, legs stiff
marching side by side sans communication
(I wish that suit were actually a zombie suit, it would...)
(did we run out of coffee?)
(I see line graphs, I bet they refer to it as a chart)

Seats unchanged, decade or more
hard plastic reminders of the excitement to come
corporate spin-speak, doubletalk bureaucracy
(did you understand that last part?)
how about now we talk about the plan

Assemblage disrupted, questions unanswered, unasked
and back to grey half-wall existence
(did they have printouts for us?)
(wait, why did I have to go to that?)
and zombies once more devour their own brains

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