Fried Alive (REVISED)

The golden sun creates lovely silver sparkles within,

shining directly, beautifully on these windows with the

air conditioning set warm to bring heat to the ice-cold

southern side of the building; heaven sent until heat

accumulates, conspiring with the north side sun to

reach 30°C & causing headaches, I have to flee

Mdm La Pompadour rarely visits but is compensated

for dereliction of duty amply with a separate office and

her own air-con; we brain-dead idiots come every day,

lacking enough common sense to avoid the heat, to be

roasted – hot air-con and the sun raising a delightful

fricassee atmosphere of 30°C

As a brain-dead ‘enjoying’ a bizarre fate of hot air-con

and sun combination I deal with chronic headache by

upending bottles of water over me, then freezing when

going outside – supposedly accepted mode of official

suicide by fools insistent on being incumbent roasts,

fried alive, grinning while sitting in their chairs…

8 May 2013