The Sport Of Business-Styled Medicine Poem by Zac Wittstruck

The manager told
the worker thirty
thousand times
not to speak to
him when he was
complaining about
other managers
not listening to
their employees
because it made him
so happy
and made his arm-
pits smell like
a plum feels.

The manager's doctor
came in and
said everything
was fine right
before he blew
blue chunks all
over the dining
room cassette tape
that was placed
by the bonfire
in the middle
of the hallway.

The manager
accidentally put it
there intentionally
to throw off
the screw ball
of the relief
pitcher who knew
only curves and
bumpy roads, but
was willing to
negotiate.