My boss just e-mailed me. He wants to see me.
He tends to email when he is angry, phone when
He is not. I hasten down the hallway, my mind
Occluded with worry. How did he know I was
Reading poetry exulting how I am master of my
Soul? That may be true, but the high personage I
Am about to encounter is the master of my bowl.
I must take care to keep my soul and bowl apart.