K. Pinella’s poems
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Touch not your fellow co-workers,
Serve well both internal and external stakeholders.
Shred all confidential information,
Lock your computer when going to the john.
Stifle your yawn at meetings,
Imbibe lightly during business gatherings,
Be discreet if you must ask,
“Has anyone seen my flask?”
Maintain a paper-free environment and don’t be dour,
Avoid socializing and merriment until after hours.
Be polite when you ask,
“May I please go home when I finish this task?”
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Here’s my contribution:
Riddle Me Boo
A riddle for you
That may keep you up at night;
Think until you’re blue.What creaks in the dark,
Harbors slithering creatures
And abhorrent pasts?Makes way for spirits,
But drives the living away.
A haunted house — BOO
Boo! Turn on your proton pack, and don’t cross the streams, because we’re gonna kick the haunted house’s door down! Are you ready? Wait…have you ever been possessed? Don’t worry—you’ll start to like it after a while. Watch out for a poltergeist hiding inside a television. Keep your eyes off the flickering screen. Trust me. They say a little girl somehow, someway, was lured inside the television, but that’s a bunch of silly nonsense. You’ll just go insane. Not too bad. Oh! Stay away from the light.
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Wailing for their men,
Weeping widows in a row
Sorrow, no solace.
Hard fought wars in vain;
History keeps repeating
Our eternal sigh.
Solve a problem now?
Late afternoon humdinger
Just before closing.
5 ‘til 5 P.M.,
Weekend about to begin;
Leave it for Monday.
Why am I still here?
Should have left right after lunch;
I woke up too late.
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Hot head, short fuse,
Sorry for the abuse.
Forgive the heel to butt,
I just treat you like my mutt.
Cushy bed, hot meal.
Make amends, begin to heal.
Now do me till I squeal,
That’ll seal the deal.
Lucille . . . ?
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Art, art, where art thou?
Modern art, you’re elusive;
Appear before me.
Is there a message?
What mystery do you hold?
Oh, nothing at all.
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He snickers at me;
Poppy seed between my teeth.
That’s my morning bling.
Chomping my breakfast,
An everything bagel
Gives me my black gem.
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Their chemistry was right
At least at first sight,
For months they were tight
Then came the big fight.
Both their hearts took a bite
From each other they took flight,
Then after nearly a fortnight
They agreed to reunite.
But things don’t always crystallize
They soon realize,
When there’s no more to analyze,
Or a desire to compromise.
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Got me a banjo made of bones,
Strummed the strings
Gouged from your hammy gams
To wail my song of woe.
My heart’s been hamstrung by you;
Can’t blame me for tossing you in the Bayou.
He’s not happy here.
Ev’ry day in padded rooms;
Drugged, tagged as insane.
Karina Pinella 
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