The New Job

High test rubric
on a low test fabric:
the icon of smithereens.
A twenty-four year old nothing
trying to become a twenty-five
from sheer force of habit.
Insatiable lust for satiety
scans this bland prairie
for a mountain-top experience
to write home about.

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