The IslandsA Poem by Ben TherDrink. Repeat. Even the dreams need revisions now. Get it? Yes, sir. Navigate. Navigate. Good morning. You’re looking well. I like your earrings, I mean, meetings. Did you hear about world melt? Control. Control. Joke Nazis. (That's what she said.) Why can’t you ever remember my birthday? I can, but only between 8:30 and 9:00. Anyway, I heard he bought a brand spanking new car. Psst. Do you know what else I heard? TIME. NEWSDAY. The islands. Dogged recession meters are way too convincing to believe. In fact, they pissed as far as he did " from his office to his drycleaning bill. Then again, that cockamamie, hair-brain, theory WORKED! Suckcess. You champion of industry. You’re the mailman. You deliver. Deliver us from evil, for thine is the power. No wait, take a bow. Second guess. Take a spill. And milk it. At any rate, best regards. If you have any additional inquiries, please… Please. Please. The islands. Bermuda’s-time-line-shares-caress-intrest-incest. "Ooooo, I wanna take ya." Sales habits. Let’s talk about how to win friends. No, no, no. Let’s just talk about how to win. Let’s talk and chill some coffee. Let’s business and pleasure. Exhale. Focus. Which books, which systems, witch books, witch systems. Six sigma, LISTEN!!! Triggah fingah. The islands never looked so... [your word here].
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3 Reviews Added on May 18, 2008 Last Updated on December 29, 2009 AuthorBen TherHOBOKEN, NJAboutPretty simple man with a headache. Often pegged as being preoccupied, but... who isn't. However, I believe in striking when the iron is hot. Oh yeah, and timing. Timing is huge. There's a lot to .. more..Writing
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