Poetry to the World - 6.6.2099

Twice now I've been late for the lift. There's this one that comes right at 7:52 and If I have to wait for the next one I'm late for work. So what I guess I'm saying is that twice now I've been late for work. Heh, that gets a feller in a pinch o' trouble it does. But work's a whole matter I'd rather not mention so I'm not quite sure why I brought it up in the first place. What really matters to me is Thomas. Dylan Thomas that is. A booming monotonous voice that'll scare the life into Yeats better than any other I've ever heard. And I guess this is where it gets confusing as I switch back into talking about work. You see, I work at the one place I thought I could love. Yup, the library. Not just any library though, no, this is the Archives at Flatiron City, and the collection here rivals the famed Alexandria in importance.

Thanks to Project Gutenberg all the books ever printed have been digitized and you can come in, sit down and take a look at anything, anything. But the digitized world lacks something and when they decided to do a library here in Flatiron, they decided to do it right. There are books here, millions, and I'm not exaggerating, millions, literally. So I figured I could dig a place like this to work at. I hate the job, the money sucks, there are no benefits to speak of, and I HATE my boss. Did i mention that I HATE my boss? So yeah, I like to come in and get all the general crap out of the way then go find a cushy chair deep in the stacks. This is where Dylan Thomas comes in. I grab a volume of the Thomas Collection to read along, pull out my iPod, and let it roll.