The Manager Poem: A Litany
Look how proactive we are! We / have identified our own admin error / in underpaying casual professional staff over $9m
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#22 Organise & Mobilise
Put Your Mother on the Mantel
when will your face release armour in staff meetings / at the tennis club at the AA meeting when when when / my dear friend will it happen for you
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Us (in a corporate poem)
We wipe our faces, rub / runny makeup of grey and moss green / to thicken our curriculum vitae year after year.
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Cog
I ask Xinyu if he remembers what blue looks like. He points to my shirt, the standard blue uniform striped with grey, 3M Scotchlite reflective film.
Hell Is Not a Room With a Chair In It, It’s a Supermarket With Seven Proselytising Fascists.
The joke about how bad things are is invariably the spirit’s pilot light for most people who have the bad luck to find themselves working here.
#22 Editorial
Eight years ago, starry-eyed and ambitious, the two of us joined the team of a very young magazine called The Suburban Review.