Global Emails
A poem by Maria Carreon
I don’t know who you people are or why I am being included in your email
You’ve sent it near and also far, containing every minute and inconsequential detail
here and there and everywhere
To lots of folks who just don’t care
About your new baby or your wedding shower
And the updates thereto that come every hour
Whether you’re giving birth or getting married
I couldn’t care less because my work life is so harried.
Your malapropisms and misspellings make me sick
Especially when you refer to marriage as kicking the bucket.
So cease your self important drivel
Before I’m forced to come at you with a chisel.
Let us not forget the powerpoint presentation that would never end.
Posted by: geeekgirl at December 3, 2005 02:32 PMRight on.
Posted by: Cupie at December 3, 2005 03:52 PMOMG! That powerpoint presentation made me cry from laughing so hard. It was an all out feel-good-cliche assault. I wonder if I still have it...it's worth sharing again.
Posted by: Maria at December 4, 2005 01:15 AM