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you just sing
or hum
i'll narrate. no, it doesn't matter
what you sing
except it has to be original
and not derivative at all. i will not
tolerate your usual mode of cutting
and pasting mashups
of the famous...
or obscure. okay, that's a start...
good, now me:

it was the worst of times
and it steadily declined
after that. all the mix-tapes
in the world wouldn't change that. there was
absolutely no more dancing
and if there were any movement at all
it was strictly confined to
hand gestures inside the cubicle
we were scared of getting caught

reverie was forbidden
on the job site and i can certainly
understand protocol in a manufacturing
environment. occasionally i would circle
'round the water cooler and fill
a coffee carafe the way mick jagger would
if he were on stage and suddenly was inspired
to 'go interpretive on our asses.'

while moving
this way and that i pictured the flavor bins
as being bill wyman and charlie watts. brian jones
would've been something that fell behind the
'fridge, long forgotten and abandoned like rotting fruit.

good. keep going. you're doing fine. i like what
you've done with that nasally whiny voice of yours
what you're singing finally fits the meaning of
the words. wait, now you're getting a bit cavalier
with the melody. it should dip and swoop that way. you've
already sent the notes soaring and suddenly you want to ground them?
i don't understand. no, it's alright. i'm fine with it. just keep going. i can't
riff over silence. thanks:

continuing, i stepped over the line or pushed the envelope too hard on
that one. these folks should know that genius is among them. that's all.
their pleading looks say i should back off. you bring a weapon to work you'd best use it, yes. anyway, a crowd is gathering with that last shriek. several of my so-called colleagues are on their cells, likely dialing directory assistance for 9-1-1 ha ha. this is not going to end well, i know that now. it looks like it's gone too far and even though i'm mostly kidding i can tell that others don't understand what they're watching. it's only 10 o'clock and already
the hunger is welling up inside them they are eyeing the snack machine for something to take their minds off what is transpiring. janet should NOT be looking for coins in her pleated khakis right now!! "janet, you KNOW the rules!!"

okay, i've got to continue with this. there are security folks at the windows now and the chair under the door will not keep them out for long.


©jim hill - 12-24-2012