Collect bits of them—
an Oh, He's So Hot accidentally dropped within earshot,
a Did You Hear whisper, heard from inside a cubicle,
sequences shot from the corner of your eye,
inconsistencies you only noticed when someone else was saying something else,
a wretched fight, not worth the trouble,
the thing you gulped down, rising like bile into your mind,
the things they laughed at, and why.
It's gotten easier nowadays, with
Facebook and all that.
But the old ways had much more style, and took more skill.
And you didn't have to stop and realize how jobless you were.
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