Damn! That Boy is good with words as food.
This tool wonders what she missed.
Fire Burns her soul with big deal goal.
An angel betrayed is truly pissed.Dark brothers use baby OIL as fuel.
More lessons open her eyes.
Big deal goal burns fire in her soul.
Therein their dark trouble of truth lies.Latter-days mark her as fool.
She should wish upon a star.
Fire Burns her soul with big deal goal.
Her beloved calls out from far.
Author’s note: First attempt at ‘ZaniLa Rhyme‘ poem.
Um, yeah. I’m trying to be creative with the poem based on personal experiences. I awoke at 04:00AM (Pacific Time) on Thursday, 09-14-2006 from a nice dreamless sleep to learn more on my own. There is much pondering to do from my end. I may wish to return to bed before working hard again. By the way ‘J@ck B!ll*’ of Florida (if you are still alive), ‘Jerk Turdannatto’ has called me ‘chica,’ which is Spanish for ‘chick’ during business hours yesterday, Wednesday 09-13-2006. I tried to joke and laugh at the incident (as usual) and have not reported anything yet to the H/R department for fear of losing my job. 09-14-2006 06:03PM. I continue to feel (or imagine) the torments from my co-workers as we transition over to my third reporting manager(s), whoever they are, in the three years of working at this company. I could only assume that the ‘ragins’ are to blame for my sufferings. I have other pathetic pods to blame in this game. 09-14-2006 06:04PM.
P.S. No babies were harmed in making OIL. 09-14-2006 06:02PM.
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