the masters of the universe
strut and stride
around
the
unit
kind or cunts
in tight fitting poser waistcoats
or
new raspberry scrubs
and
mend the laid out faulty
with
their
talent and soft machine know-how
learned
and
stored
in electric jelly
and
huge
careful hands
i struggle to tear the cellophane on new free post-its
waiting
for
the
sandwich toaster
to
grill
me
my
cheese
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