An act of desperation bought my new configuration—
For everything of value's squared and held by minor screws.
The cubicle and keyboard—this is comfort? My reward?
I've typed a million words; but banked upon the written turd.
I'm office-bound, it's hip I've heard. With every single clip
I'm squared: to write a million memos, squared to make the billions.
And even cat resents my office chair—he yowls, presents
His ass then stalks away to pout. I tell him of the sway
Of bills and anyhow, our time is borrowed. If I plow
That others might appreciate; that funds appreciate,
To take the edge off life for those who can't imagine strife or
That someone somewhere lives inside a square, with messy hair,
A cat who likes to whine; I only work to keep the fine:
Some books, a cat, my pride is worth a sacrifice inside
A cargo box, a banker's box, a pox! This world's a pox!
"Why are consumers and businesses not spending? Everyone is haunted by the crisis of 2008."
—Fareed Zakaria, The Washington Post, Monday, November 29, 2010
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