I wrote this about one of our patients at the clinic pet clinic Desiree. She passed away due to bladder cancer but her memory still lives with me. By the way Desiree is a dog :

Wouldn't you all agree? This piece is for the November WCC Contest

A poem about the addiction to inhalants in the perspective of a businessman.

A thank you note after all the 6 weeks in the company for a job attachment.

Have you ever wanted something so badly, well do you recall the thoughts when you first got what you labored for? This is a short about a boy who got his dream. I wrote this about a year ago. Changed about ten words around. Still love it.

A frustrating incident at work Noodles and Company/ KFC

Image of an auction in progress. I may expand more in the future...

At work, whiling away the time

Oh, I can hate you... but I still love you.

The stresses of work and being an adult.

Dedicated to my best friend. Thought of her when I wrote this.

Thieves at work!

The travails of neanderthal man

the last one. do not read

Just another corporate drone stuffing the body bags and smiling for the cameras.

Inspired by my boredom

Avarice and Greed

A project for school. I think it went alright.....we'll see

A poem in reprise to my cash for clunkers song from about a month ago, now that it's over a new light it shed on the cars program and I felt it was reflected pretty well in this poem I wrote in about two or three minutes. lol enjoy

An angsty poem I wrote about being unemployed. To the tune of the Parallel 1 Ending theme from Dark Savior.

The Trick to Breeding Something for Slaughter is not Giving It a Name.

I work, I rage, and then I write.

I'm allergic to the all purpose pink soap.

You know the frustration I mention?

I am a corporate hand wrench, used to loosen the grips on wallets and purse strings. I serve the fat slobs, the skinny snobs, and equally I rob them of their good sense and their better cents.