I am a hack surrounded by small minds
Making inane observations
By taking lunch at the compy
Editorial nightmare
Crappy jokes fly fit for klansmen
Into my disapproving ears
Like a storm of chitlin
Excrement means
Shit

Hidden

They say it's there
just take a look
do it fast
you'll have it hooked

I'm looking and I think maybe it's there
Is it?
Perhaps a trick of the light
a sick joke played by my sometimes overactive imagination.

Nausea sets in as I unconsiouly convince myself
to look in another shrub
for exspongification of sought riches