February 18th, 2003

unbearded

For Susan in Washington, for Greg in London

On wings of sleep a writer gently drifts,
And as she sleeps, she warmly dreams of me.
She worries her imagination's gifts
Will spook me with their impropriety.

On wings of strife an engineer is keen
To place his wife's affections first in life.
He worries how his choices will be seen,
And frets in case I hate him for his wife.

I told her it was fine, it made me bright,
The way I turned her on inside her head.
I told him it was fine, he'd chosen right,
He needn't fear, we'd share a pint instead.

Will someone tell these folk I'm not a God:
The fact they think I am is somewhat odd.
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Picocon

The proper uses of a boot

So tell me, David Beckham ...
... whether you consider assaut acceptable behaviour on the part of your boss?
... under what circumstances you consider violence a reasonable way of communicating a point of view?
... if you realise what sort of signals you're sending people in the workplace?

Same questions to Fergie too.
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