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I
am
Joe
's
Clenching
Bowels
.
No
,
I
say
,
it
's
fine
.
Put
a
gun
to
my
head
and
paint
the
wall
with
my
brains
.
Just
great
,
I
say
.
Really
.
My
boss
sends
me
home
because
of
all
the
dried
blood
on
my
pants
,
and
I
am
overjoyed
.
The
hole
punched
through
my
cheek
does
n't
ever
heal
.
I
'm
going
to
work
,
and
my
punched-out
eye
sockets
are
two
swollen-up
black
bagels
around
the
little
piss
holes
I
have
left
to
see
through
.
Until
today
,
it
really
pissed
me
off
that
I
'd
become
this
totally
centered
Zen
Master
and
nobody
had
noticed
.
Still
,
I
'm
doing
the
little
FAX
thing
.
I
write
little
HAIKU
things
and
FAX
them
around
to
everyone
.
When
I
pass
people
in
the
hall
at
work
,
I
get
totally
ZEN
right
in
everyone
's
hostile
little
FACE
.
Worker
bees
can
leave
Even
drones
can
fly
away
The
queen
is
their
slave
You
give
up
all
your
worldly
possessions
and
your
car
and
go
live
in
a
rented
house
in
the
toxic
waste
part
of
town
where
late
at
night
,
you
can
hear
Marla
and
Tyler
in
his
room
,
calling
each
other
hum
;
butt
wipe
.
