The Young Professional

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Wednesday

Aug242011

There he is...
the young professional,
early and clean,
sailing on aftershave,
cut and accomplished,
sauntering down 5th avenue
with a biscuit
and a cigarette.
His suit is made of silver butter
and woven from the soft, fine hair
of a tortured Chinaman.

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Wednesday, August 24, 2011 at 08:33PM |

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This work is licensed under a Creative Commons License. Copyright & Patent Pending; 2008, DEREK DOUBLIN. All rights reserved. Reserved rights for all. You should have reservations about your rights. You should have reservations about reading any of this. Get off my lawn. And please hug me. Please, please hug me. And while you're walking over here, could you make me a Cape Cod? Thanks. You're the best. If there's no clean glasses, just pour it in a ziploc bag. Cranberry juice is in the fridge, vodka's in the bar. All I have is Seagram's Grape Vodka. I thought I'd try something new. I kind of like it. Say... what did you say your name was again? Petunia?