"My pencils are sharp / And my paper is real"
I eat meat
From the glass box
Soon the interview will begin
The walls are a moldy salmon color
That’s the first thing you will notice
When you enter
I have a whole cabinet full of teeth
Taken from the mouths
Of my immortal enemies
My pencils are sharp
And my paper is real
The rings on my face exist knowingly
You asked me to fight
By coming in here
But I am basically a pleasant person
Nevertheless I need you
This place is sort of crumbling
Can’t you tell
I smile
In my wastebasket
Are crumpled up poems
I wrote one for you
But I already
Have it memorized
You’ll like the part
Where I win over everything
Including the moon
A sale happens not because you want to sell, but because someone wants to buy
Founders can make or break a company, and getting over oneself is the key
A senior scholar at the National Academy of Engineering explains why human error is a symptom—not the reason—for most safety failures