You can be 24 and be a dud, and you can be 44 and be a bigger dud. If the duds get intoxicated they don’t become any the brighter. They become the nastier.
I have seen all sorts of them; they keep cropping up all over the place all the time. It doesn’t matter what they think about themselves, it doesn’t matter who their friends are, and it doesn’t matter if they know the rule-books by heart or by rote- a dud will always be a dud and would behave like a dud. It's the golden rule for the dud's own country The more incoherent they are the nastier they become.
May be they can't help themselves.
I have been watching a few duds and their cronies at work today. There’s a cheap thrill of doing evil running among them and they were reveling in it. They were all intoxicated, even the ladies. I don’t know if the ladies were really drunk or were drunk with something else.
It was the 24 year old dud who was spending money for the drinks, and because they are all duds and because they think that the world is with them they have put it all down in the middle of day and inside the workplace.
Among them there was this near-fifty dud. The dirt-pot would drink the whole ocean up if it is free. I have seen him coming to the office on all four- well may be not exactly, but he was not very far from it. I had wanted to kick the detestable leer of his face. But sadly I could not do it.
The idiot is in some way handicapped, I would end up in big trouble if I did that, so I had to curb the desire. The ‘twenty four’ guy was the worst, his bulk is tremendous, probably he was made to gobble up everything in his younger days and only a considerable amount of liquor would make all that bulk soak.
These are all duds but they know their enemy when they see one. I can’t but despise them, for the duds have made the place I am in into some filthy hole, it smells all round. They haven’t worked for a single day for the last twenty years or so, there has been nothing to show for these years other than a few blackened desks.
How could one suffer them? My disgust is visible and they don’t like it at all. They have bunched together and are planning something to do to me. They keep jabbering all the time. For the peace of the world, I would not mind it if somebody has put something in their mouth. At least there would be peace and quiet.
I have a serious doubt that the duds are reading what I am writing here. That hasn’t enlightened him about their own stench at all. Some have such thick skins that even a rhino would become ashamed of it.
Their current ploy is to pretend that everything I do is wrong; they really believe in it too. One can’t wonder at it, considering the kind of grey cells they have in their pate. If there is one bright thought in their skulls that’s about their own importance, this is getting bolstered by the ‘able’ help of the still greater idiots who find me against them. It’s all about some politics. The local organizations are definitely active in pulling the system down, so they would naturally come to these guys assistance.
With the kind of bedfellows these keep, the world won’t long survive.
I am planning to do caricatures on all of these interesting characters, by and by. They might not like it. But I might derive some pleasure out of it.
I know that the duds are expecting these lines. One has to give the fools what they want, otherwise they would become pissed, and as you know, you can do anything in the world, but you do not scratch your nose in front of the dumb!
Cheerio
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