Talking Shop
This is a poem made up of things I overheard while working in an office building. I then removed all the A's and E's for fun.
Talking Shop
Rprsnttiv.
Rprsnttiv.
Rprsnttiv.
Ys.
Oh my God!
DPul? Whr th fuck is DPul?
So, tht's still th corrct phon numbr?
Vorcity. Tht's wht you nd. Vorcity.
I lrdy ordrd th crd to b mild to m.
No, I don't wnt tht.
No, cncl, cncl. N-Ys. Ys.
Twnty-fiv thousnd dollrs.
Wow, is it rlly?
Only two popl hv rgistrd.
Yh, I'm on.
M too.
Th division modifir is typiclly grtr
thn th dprtmnt modifir.
nd this qurtr?
Wll, it ll coms down to:
Should w py this?
Do w hv to py tht?
Must'v bn powr-surg.
My monitor flickrd.
Is nyon hving phon issus?
Wht bout our docking sttions?
Do you hr squking nois coming
from ovr hr?
Yh, no.
Lik n rr, rr, rr?
I think th job is gtting to you.
Do you know how mny tims h took
th brr?
No.
Four!
My DHD-brin rquirs this.
Do you hv DHD?
No.
My mom ws dignosd t 45.
I'm mor of movi guy.
Oh, rlly? I'm mor of TV guy.
Yh, sm.
Macray Braxton, Richmond, VA. March, 2025. Happy birthday, Maddie.


