Thursday, November 29, 2018

 

Lake


Their small office swallowed
by the monster corporation,
Bookkeeper Jellybean surprised
when they got named Innovative
Unit of the Month.

Shocked, really, a month after,
when all fired. But insiders had
known that particular honor
always proved the kiss of death.

They had all gone Hollywood
during the yeasty interim, and
picked up their walking papers
dressed as actors and directors.

Not to be undone, Jellybean had
assumed Garbo’s accent.

“I vant to be alone,” pronounced she.

She got that wish in hospital for a
mild heart attack, and surrounded by
flowers she sent herself.

When she got home she treated
herself with tree mosses, one of
which proved fatal.

Through massive incompetence,
the Corporation still paid a funeral
allowance, and a nice ceremony
was held on the liquidation channel
they owned. Humongous-Deal
Charlie presiding with dignity.

Rev Nucks’ Sermon: The Way of
the Transgressor is Hard.

Indeed.

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Saturday, December 10, 2016

 

Death and Innovation


Fresh from his MBA, Clifford put in charge
of a new, experimental department called
The Lab.

Here, innovative solutions blah blah blah.

He was joined by others, including Hortense,
who spouted new ideas continuously.

The Lab's Main Function was to run seminars
for the other departments, convincing them
they were sticks in the mud. Which they were.

Upper Management loved Clifford and Hortense,
and the corporation received many high-publicity
awards because of them.

Soon enough, Clifford and Hortense loved
each other.

And married. A new Board had swept in from
Moral Phoenix and that connubial state, only,
set well with them.

But, Hortense grew restless. All the innovations
proved same-old same-old to her.

She quit to start a firm counseling employees
trapped by fluid management.

Had so much work that two years later she
persuaded Clifford to partner in the cause.
They had learned the ropes and knots together,
so...?

As long as bullshit rules, it must be countered
tirelessly.


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Saturday, June 06, 2015

 

In and Out


Our whole company involved The Box. You stayed
locked in, or burst out.

That is you did things traditional, Steady-Eddie, or
you innovated.

Most of us stuck with good ole Eddie.

The innovators could get wild! A crazy bunch.

The whole business proved workable for most
companies, but ours, finally, got stuck.

At first, this handled by everybody going into
the community one day a week. But, such action
turned out wretchedly since the community 
harbored hatred, but didn't have a way to fully
express it until now.

In the Board Emergency Meeting, Dr Renslow
shouted "What we need is The Man on Horseback!"

Thus we got Carlos...then a string of ten names.
Cadiz royalty of sorts, and Olympic Equestrian.

We pasted to HQ windows the day he rode in, accoutered
in silver, on his pale horse.

Well, he was interested in only half the work force,
the women.

A big scandal followed many petty ones, and out he
galloped, an embracing female assistant in back of him.
Nude. Yes, that’s what I said.

New CEO, Rhodine Dirks, aka The Ax Woman!

She went so far with it, she fired herself!

This much chaos, the Master of All Chaos had
to step in: The Government!

So we really work for Uncle now! And are
therefore subject to the scathings of
Congressional Committees.

The Republicans praise the box dwellers:
rock-ribbed, American Values, etc.

They damn the burster-outers as Socialists,
responsible for the ills of the company and
the world.

The Democrats came in and put through an
anti-hierarchy bill. Now we have no positions
of authority. But, no, we don't call each other
Comrade!

The Next Chapter? Well, there can't be one, really.
Just been named a Department. And now a cabinet
seat for the former Sad Randolph, The Totally
Defunct and Ragged Cowboy Clown.


He’ll be the best cabinet officer ever, no contest!

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