"debauchery box" - a poem

a man looked for his definition in a corporate directory

and he saw a picture of adolf eichmann

and wondered what it meant

so he went to his boss and he said

i think there is a problem

i think everyday

i think you should help me fix this

and his boss went to the supervisor

and his supervisor pressed the red button

and the c.e.o. called the man to his office the next day

and they sat over steamed milk and espresso

the c.e.o. told him he had three weeks’ paid vacation

he put a sombrero on the man’s head because

he needed time to himself

so the man went on a company retreat one week

and he walked around in the glass penalty box

where his happiest hour is mixed with spirits and juices

and his nature walk doesn’t involve talking to birds

his paths have been chosen for him

and if he chose not to explore nature on the carefully prepared

pebble walks through streams designed to keep you dry

he could approach the people on the corners

for quick fixes and lays

mergers and acquisitions

as long as he stayed in the glass penalty box

for thinking once and thinking everyday

well the man tried his best

but he was still thinking until one day

he wandered away from too many sharp corners

sunk his feet into too many deep puddles

and got embarrassingly lost in thought

nearly drowned in thought at one point

he wanted to die in thought and not sensation

his suits were too expensive for a funeral

so the corporation had to activate his GPS

because he was on the margins of the box

where they had no welcome reception

and they tried again to drown him in sensation

they sent electric currents to the man

but he only felt stimulated

they sent dogs with sharp teeth and drooling tongues

but the man learned they gave sloppy kisses

and they rolled around in their underwear

and chased sticks

and licked rocks

the corporation got angry because it could only react

not wonder like the man

so they finally sent a lady dressed in ivy

with poison in her thoughts

and she sat next to the man and licked his tongue

and asked him what it meant

and he penetrated her thoughts before she sank him

back into sensation and feeling

and he realized what it meant and felt afraid

because a week was a long time to feel lost

a week was a long time to think and get wet

a week was a day for more work and more money

so he returned to work two weeks’ early

and he got back into it

and more people died but the numbers aren’t in yet

he’s mindlessly tapping but the numbers aren’t in yet
they may still be trapped in tomorrow’s returns