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Her metabolic business model had bite.
It masticated, swallowed, and excreted
competitor and customer alike.
Surviving on strategy and persistence
she fought and gouged and axed her way to the top
of a burial mound of moldering periodicals.
Mortality will never be an issue around here,
she often panted, not as long as I'm in this chair,
and all her grateful underlings would exhale, relieved,
but what else would you expect of a current and athletic
editor? More volume, certainly, and there were
occasions when that nearly happened.
More competitive advantages, more jockeying
for positions, more virtual actualities. A suggestion
of integrity failed to generate the required enthusiasm.
When they flipped over the advertisements
they made sure that in almost every case
there was writing on the back, but if it went on
too long, redundantly, or just too long,
that was when they had to turn up the pressure
on sales, since everyone else was out to lunch.
The workplace soon became the workspace,
the workers within were cubed and multiplied
and everyone came to admire such brilliance.
Even the accountants found inspiration
and fulfillment in their books. They rolled up
their sleeves, so to speak, and were soon on a roll.
When they took roll they made sure everyone had a role.
Only the cleaning people knew how much paper
they were going through, but no one ever stopped to ask.
Of course, it wasn't long before it was just a place to work again
and everything was simplified, you know, made real simple.
No embarrassing paper trails.
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