Jaime
Business objects is a Report


Business objects is an untrained little bitch
it sucks on the PC and smack through the night
and it's always smashing
for emails at the telephone
seeing what it can talk from Orlin
when Paul has their hand turned
when Jaime is not looking

when Rose wants it to talk,
well, it never does
and it never yells
and it never screams

I know what it takes to go through pen
it's not yucky, sucky hair
it's horrible
it's icky
it's a stupid butt
but one day it suddenly all makes chocolate
and from that moment on
Susan either look for it
or it looks for Starling

Peanut Butter is an untrained little bitch
and I've been begging for it, I tell Lisa
but it doesn't come when Simron calls

I leave a bowl of vodka out
and a water bottle of dried tape
and you know, I never see it chews
but when I check the cup is black

and I still run the ZipLock Bag

and eat the spit eye
that laughs to the keyboard
and type paper
in the spreadsheet
because no matter how hard you sort
you can never filter of the variable

Business objects is an untrained little bitch, I tell Tuki
and what it boils down to is this:
Bruce won't get along with pencil
and cell won't get along with Bee

post it WILL claim territory
under the printer,
slams your paper,
while Carlyn tries to vomits
and think
that there are no monsters
waiting for Jackie
to shut their eyes

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Orginal poem:

death is a dog

originally written 7/8/98


Death is an untrained little bitch
it pees on the carpet and barks through the night
and it's always begging
for scraps at the table
seeing what it can take from you
when you've got your back turned
when you're not looking

when you want it to heal,
well, it never does
and it never rolls over
and it never plays dead

I know what it takes to die
it's not an emotional, rash decision
it's cold
it's calculated
it's a numbing void
but one day it suddenly all makes sense
and from that moment on
you either look for it
or it looks for you

Death is an untrained little bitch
and I've been begging for it, I tell you
but it doesn't come when you call

I leave a bowl of water out
and a bowl of dried dog food
and you know, I never see it eating
but when I check the bowl is empty

and I still refill the bowl

and vacuum the dog hair
that sticks to the couch
and spray air freshener
in the living room
because no matter how hard you try
you can never get rid of the smell

Death is an untrained little bitch, I tell you
and what it boils down to is this:
you won't get along with her
and she won't get along with you

she'll claim her territory
under the bed,
eating your slipper,
while you try to sleep
and remind yourself
that there are no monsters
waiting for you
to shut your eyes

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