Underlings: a rebuke
Matthew Simmons

It was underlings. All of them, everywhere, underlings. I took me an issue or two.
But then what good was it? None. None at all good.
That one there in ceremonial green. This one here in matrimonial blue.
Underlings. The fuckers. Under-fucker-lings.
And I argued. I argued an argue that it seemed to me made a whole hell of a lot of better sense than all that that they were tossing off.
Tossing out into the air.
Underlings, all of them.
"Underlings, all of you," I said loud. That one over there in obscene, obscene red.
I did this all because what it is that I am is a man. And I burned that building to the very ground it was there standing on.

1996 © 2009