I found this poem in a post I wrote nearly three years ago as I was leaving my former employer, FedEx Kinko's now FedEx Office. In the original post I remarked immediately after that I wrote it completely off the cuff and that even though it was intended to be a eulogy to my old occupation it was still strikingly sad. I agree. I also think that it doesn't make much sense but I really, really like it. I relate to it now some how.
a reprimand
what comes of a position of internal
rearing
and a nature not tended to
initially
and quite nearly eternally?
what comes is a disrespect for the self-
ish things that always engenders the tension of living
for others and with yourself.
a disrespect from all
sides
and withering from the same
and whispering and hoots and calls
because you're distracted
not interested
in purposelessness
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