Two Gentlemen on Veronica

...Veronica, the leggy blonde analyst, makes a grand entry into the coffee room.

Nerdquo

pray Helmut, I implore you look
tis Death's own warmthless bride,
with we two the wedding banquet.
She comes hither to sink razored teeth
through despairing flesh
and suck heady flavour
from fear sweetened marrow.

Helmut

Dear friend Nerdquo, in thoughts and actions you present,
a pantomime of the diseased mink kept to humour truth's witless fool.

Faculties ever dulled by doomed porn questing,
Your most trusted sage; oft turgid and writhing in soiled tights,
wisdom's book remains closed to your blunt quill.

Blind idiocy weeps, degenerate fancy drools and applauds your lot;
A liliputian intellect sucked boner-dry of wit and humour,
by mediocrity's absently ministered fellatio.

On bended knee to the ill-tempered weavers of your fate,
I give thanks that through ox-thick bone and murksome cave of your dome,
do grimy thoughts seldom travel to trouble worthies such as I.

But in this one matter, unlike any other recorded by history's patient scribes,
have you spat forth the pip of truth from quivering lips:

Aye Dude, though she be the very Death's own indentured concubine,
an ice rimed valkyrie swept on chilled gusts from arctic north,
sharpened icicle gaily painted, yet thrust into the heart,
still do I long to bring unto her heat and life.

Her frosted thighs invite sublime parting,
that a mightful members radiance and the friction of our joining
might melt the frozen soil of that heart,
to plant within the seeds of love and lust for him
that dared trespass lofted heights of yon baneful glacier.

Nerdquo

My mind is assailed with beggaring disbelief,
while a mocking burdoned unto breaking with scorn,
goads me with whips of hilarity and mirth.
This forebearance must crack and drift away,
In a derisive giggling flood of my humour,
and so I proclaim;
yeah ...riiiiiiiight.

If a thousand thousands roosters awoke,
to greet the dawn within second's tick,
even then 'twould be fuel insufficient,
for the heartfelt cry I render now;

COCK!!

Veronica

Gghaahhkk!: this coffee by any other name,
would taste the same as piss from a dying Vole.
Pray do tell, fine fellows, does your deathly pallor and rancid stench,
derive from sustenance such as this?
In this, as in all things, your organization smacks of ass.

Helmut

From cherry sweet lips your words impart to us,
the unsugared truth dear Veronica.
We languish here, bereft of better prospects,
slaves to the nature of probostickus' blighted vision.
But though flourescent light gifts us with a funereal air,
and we sup upon coffee rancid and snacks stale,
still have you been to us a tempest borne butterfly,
serendipity's rainbow, brightening our vile existence.

Nerdquo

**Sshplargg**

Veronica

Your taste in coffee-spitting friends not withstanding,
perhaps dear Helmut, with you I have been too quick,
to judge the measure of the man, by grooming, smell,
and works of worth.
Your honeyed words hold more than truth,
and though I recommended your immediate termination,
your presence now provokes and moves me.
In a play unwritten, who can tell of acts to come?
Let us repair to my office, sweet fellow,
as if to write the plot.

...Taking Helmut's clammy hand, the fair Veronica leads our dazed and astounded cubicle rat from the coffee room...

Nerdquo

WTF?

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