I ate my last meal out of a vending machine today.
Some would say I'm a bit crazy, living on the wild side, eating out of a vending machine. Such blatant disregard for my own health.
It doesn't happen often, but sometimes you just don't have time to pack a lunch.
So you eat from the vending machine.
Today is my last day at the office.
The last day I will spend staring blankly into this computer screen.
The last day I will sit in this office chair into which I've passed gas many times.
The last day I will joke with the French guy and the Married guy who work with me.
The last day I will secretly write entries on this site at work, all the while trying to make it appear I'm writing emails.
No more cold stares from The Wolf.
I ate my last meal out of the vending machine.
Like a fat man in a hammoch, the burrito has nestled its way into my belly.
But soon, the feeling will pass.
And I'll be free.
Thursday, July 30, 2009
Vending Machine Blues
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I'm really not a fan of your writing
I'm really not a fan of your comments.
Care to be more specific?
Anonymous...you're wack!
Ha ha, everybody's a critic.
lol wait - is Denver the wolf?
Ha ha, no, Sweet D.
well, I find your limited vocabulary usage to be draining and thus it destroys any hope of curating any meaningful and worthwhile poetry. I'm probably not the only one who finds this piece obnoxious.
Just because you know the words "thus" and "curate" does not make you a literary critic. I don't find this piece obnoxious but I certainly find you obnoxious.
Hey Brother to the west,
Interesting post. I don't mind the wording... It sounds like someone reflecting on things in their head rather than telling someone else a story.
I just finished raeding Beautiful Losers by Leonard Cohen and this reminds me a bit of the way it is written. If you haven't read it yet go pick it up! Your library should have it.
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