Morning
Huddle
Before
we start another busy day of
osmosis,
transmissions, conversions and
moments
of rapt incredulity might it
not
be prudent to review our mission
statement,
essential document bearing one
simple
imperative, unamended
since
our inception? So elemental, so
humble,
prone to ginning up when we blazed
with
righteous indignation and less noble
appetites,
good, again, to recite it
in
unison. I won't give my speech about
equality,
we all know better. The
heart,
four chamber rhythm section with a no-
break
clause and skewed genetic pedigree,
the
whole operation depends on you, you
wonderous
metaphor for crazy love.
Pancreas,
spleen, sundry schincters, lungs, glands, teeth,
kudos,
but lets be honest, for you it's
just
a job, if not this, then barista at
Starbucks,
greeter at Walmart or direct
sales.
A moment of silence now for our hip
and
her replacement, bearing up, I trust
under
the wear and tear. I'll wrap this up, the
fingers
are drumming, feet are tapping, oh
and
prostate? My office in ten. I don't care
about
numbers or units or climbing
graphs.
If my feet hit the floor in the morning
everyone
gets a vacation in Spain.
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