Wikileak Afterlife

Getting old makes me nervous because it means waiting for dying. 

I already feel like I have an appointment hanging over my head.

I don't just feel bad about my neck (and my silly putty face and crooked toes --

no one ever writes about that)

I feel bad about death.  I like it here.  I've had a good time. 

And what could make you more nervous than knowing

you are going somewhere but won't know you are there.

It can't even really be written about. 

And, if there is life after death,

don't you think someone would've snuck out data about it?

Wikileak afterlife.

And after a heart attack and aches and pains that accompany me now

probably forever, I can't just stash the idea that I'll die.  

 It's just a matter of when.

Makes me nervous.

I Am My Own Boss

My boss believes me 

when I say I'll do it later.
 

My boss believes me 

when I say "carpe diem."

My boss hides her disappointment

until it is too late.
 

I think I don't trust my boss. 
 

She lets me off the hook and

underestimates what I can do.

Hmmmm.

How do I hire a new boss?