They're Just Really Poetic Aliens
It's Bring Your Poet To Work Day, minions, a day I'm still choosing to believe is NOT a typo so that I can write bad poetry about bad cakes.
My big face of ambivalence
looms
My small face of nonplussed disillusionment
just kinda sits there
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For but one wild and joyous moment
I thought that this said "excrement"
Now far from being heaven-sent,
My day has been all downhill since
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I spilled my Kool-Aid
The bugs seem to like it
HIDDEN MESSAGE
[[Aliens]]
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two roads diverged in a wood
I took the one that made like a tree
but never leaves
and that has made all the difference
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Roses are red
But these look like poo
Stop crying, Rachel
You're getting the icing all gross
Thanks to Karolyn G., Laurie N., Tiassa, Jenna M., & Norah W. for letting me unleash my inner muse. I'll, uh, go clean that up now.
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I was going to link you to a big alien head with a lava lamp in it, but something tells me you might like this better:
