235 • Escapology (3)
My passport still shows the faint stamp
From the night I enrolled as a tramp!
Though I soon swapped ‘The Road’
For my present abode
When the company iPad got damp.
To succeed as a vagrant, one must of necessity eschew the proprieties of office and the allure of corporate cybertrash. In this bulletin, abyssal and humiliating inauthenticity is compounded by the author’s feeble pride in the scarcely-readable documentation of his or her self-delusion.