Vampire City

Another found poem. All lines quoted verbatim, and in order.

Vampire City

Wellness was at the table in a way that it never was before

This idea of wellness began to perk in the room.

He future-paced this.

It’s beginning to take traction.

There are certain bells and whistles that we haven’t hit before.

Low hanging BS fruit.

They are the crucible; it’s vampire city.

The Real Question

More found poetry. Each line is a verbatim quote. My only contributions are the line breaks, and in some cases, the order of the lines. I’m disabling comments because my poetry is beyond criticism.

The Real Question

The dogs bark
The caravan moves on
And we are the caravan.

We did our little molecules.
Develop pockets of expertise.
Database the feedback.

Breaking down the silos.
Helping peeping into the living aspect.
How can we add value to the table?

Sandy is flight pilot for the labs.
I think there are blends going on.
The bigger picture is to get through these meetings.

How does this operationalize?
We just want to get unconstipated.

Wellness is something that we want to do.
How do we database it?
What can we do to capture some of these greatest hits?

The real question is: what are we, and where are we going now?

If The Shoe Fits, It Isn’t Mitt: Campaign 2012 In Iambic Pentameter

Thanks to my friend HG, who inspired this.

Mitt Romney has no prayer in twenty twelve
His plans for higher office he must shelve
His Etch-A-Sketch positions won’t go far
He lies like hosing dog mess off his car
His managed care returns back to haunt his life
His hazing prep school days have caused him strife
His wife for one shows peasants no rapport
His hound as well will not provide support
His right wing thinks that he’s a total fraud
The undecided vote is under-awed
Unlike the POTUS, B. Hussein Obama
Mitt’s speeches have no, fun, finesse, or drama
There’s just one hope for this entitled jerk
That no one will remember Bush’s work!