It all started when Vice-president in Chief Officer Mortimer Fredericks threw his computer screen the length of the building. It sailed through the air with a noteworthy spiral -- Morty played football in college -- then burst against the wall. Mort spoke these words:
"A violent bloom,
that flower is thus
no fragrance.
no color.
just techno dusts"
We began snapping our fingers involuntarily.
After day it was a landslide, a snowball, yes, an avalanche, and there was no stopping it. One by one we fell. Marketing Account Coronel Gertrude Smith spouted verse over her morning Red Zinger. Our accountant, Rochester, vocally observed cotidian nonsense all day long in iambic pentameter. And then I, Chief Executive Person of Lowbrow Lit, inspired by their passion, penned these very lines you read now.
In the end, it was decided to create a blog that featured one poem daily, and maybe other stuff inbetween.
Rochester, trying to be clever, said, "A poem a day, will keep the doctor away," but we slapped him for that one.
In conclusion, there will be changes made in the coming days. Do not be alarmed, expect them. Enjoy.
would that be Edward Rochester? if so, can I get an intro?
ReplyDeleteyou're dead on, and yes, and intro will be in the works.
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