The Goldmine

H was a literary goldmine for an emboldened individual - J, the lowly regarded editor -who used to work at PPLPP in '05.

GOLD BAR NO. 1

Provoked by impertinent lasses who crossed the cardinal line of hygiene.

AND A GOOD RIDDANCE!

Begone that half bowl waste,
Begone that amber flow left in haste!

Lest a decree to make waste and water in public place,
Hush now, flush now, cease hogging now!


*This piece was pasted behind the door of the only female cubicle. The ladies' upkeep of the dignity only lasted for a week.


GOLD BAR No. 2

PLOCK, PLOCK

The deplorable quake caused by
indecorous women in heels
+especially women of size
presents an insolence that tallies a coarse diner
masticating an entire steak
open-mouthed.


*This piece was pasted high on the wall next to me. The plock-plocks never stopped.
+No pun intended. Implied only for factual purposes.


Footnote [Observations from a daily dose of crassness at H. A word-punch demonstration for J's amusement at a bland workplace.]