This is a little poem I wrote about working as a Media Monitor for Bowdens:
What do I do for a living you ask?
Gentle Reader,
I am a Watcher
From my perch
I witness the world unfurling inside a blinking, squeaking little box
The darkest crimes against humanity
glow
a soft blue and bounce off
my nose
and
cheeks
Attrocities are given movie titles
and pile like the grinning dead...
The night ends with a two legged dog who walks like a human - against all odds
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