Posted by: reasondeceives on: November 29, 2007
your overblown progress reports
give me the headache
and your squeaking elevators
bother me
but, i love the shrinks who work
at your info staff
and the fire-eaters at the 3rd and 7th floors
(they tell me the truth even if it hurts)
i love the chikka-google-coffee-
newsweek-meetings spree
(and the ostentatious conferences
you asked me to cover)
i love the way your logo looks like
the moon on a mountain peak
(and the mysterious word-jumble
often mistaken to be the name
of the murdered actress)
i love how i sound intelligent
whenever i say ‘bottom of the pyramid’
and ‘millennium development goals’
(but “congrats!” and “good work!”
scare me…)
why can’t i wait to leave?
