Erdos Had The Number First

You have such fine clothes indeed
when he said he didn’t want a yes man
I believed him
well I believed what
I thought it was supposed to mean
but “Not A Yes Man” covers
so much ground
Not a No man has a slightly
different
sound and yet
I thought I was more Know
than no or
perhaps only just some Snow
and there was no
magic in that Old Top Had I’d
found only
echos of orphaned dreams
and why I
was melting
melting
melting
Gone from North to Eastern
Witch crushed
beneath Dorthy’s House
and those fucking Munchins
dancing and breaking into song because
their tormentor is gone
Really and Truely Dead
ding dong and
it seems that
he did want a Yes Man
after all

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It’s been on year to the day since I quit my last day job.  The poem above I wrote the other day when I was thinking about that job, and my old boss.  Strange that.