Errata 003 (The Guillotine)

Every textbook read
Teaches us to take pride in your graft
Live for you and we can eat
And hope a few survive as children
They'll endure by tooth and claw
The world is yours, the anthem sings

Said bring you the bread
Clock in clock out pray to the calf
It's dishonorable to cheat
My blood becomes your billions
Your bloody hands stain every vault
All is yours but we have dreams

But guess what we got you instead
Don't bother dodging simple math
All for one was bare deceit
There's one of you, but we are millions
The blade is clean, and sharp, and broad
We'll only keep a headless king.

Errata 001 (Shall I Phone You or Nudge You?)

He leaves work between six and seven every night.
Takes the same route home.
Obeys every traffic sign.

Pays his bills;
No bad checks;
No registered firearms:

The world's most boring human.

He has very nice garbage:
He's not looking for buff.
Rather, meticulous.
Refined.
Anal.

He eats. They linger; she fawns over him.

The busboy,
Over the whine of the vacuum,
Tells him the pair should leave.

She loves the pinched nasally whine of his voice.
Quivering, she asks him to stay and pronounce--
Sensually--
"Passport"

He does.
"You're right we should leave"
He asks if she would like to have breakfast with him.
"Sure. Fine. Whatever."

Foolishly confident, he replies:
"Shall I phone you or nudge you?"

They did not have breakfast.

A computer would never match her with him