In applying for this position, I
Rose pledging phantom scented seraphim.
I rose being gravely injured. I rose
To bash the head with a mortal sneeze. To
Promote the burning flag’s area. To
Make me the perfect pick. To contradict
The customer service pro. The lefty
Way of life. The ever heart of Google.
I am a dirt venture. I am any
Countryside attraction where there was a
Raccoon to mount. I am the city. I
Am the taxidermist. I am the stink
Wafting from the carcass. Pregnant. Bloated.
You are only a short drive from either.