A Pubic Service

[ninanevermore]

When I worked in Records Management, I once labeled an entire file drawer cabinet as holding "Pubic Information Requests." I love this poem. It speaks to me (but only because it is making fun of me).

Comments

[(Anonymous)]

You misspelled "Pubic" in your text. That WAS supposed to read "Pubic Information Requests," wasn't it? 'Cuz, otherwise, it's just not funny.

;D

[neanahe.livejournal.com]

Life is weird. When I don't want to screw up, I screw up. When I try to screw up, I can't. How much of a failure am I that the only times I don't fail is when failure is my whole objective.

I have uncorrected my error, so that now it is as wrong as I meant it to be.

[neanahe.livejournal.com]

I found this guy by clicking on another link to another one of his poems on Facebook. He's amazing, sharp, and funny. Which means that he is the exact opposite of 99.9% of all poets out there. :)