Easy as Offshoring: Necromancer Circe
       

turns the crew to corprocrats, hard-core Amholes,
google-aires. Invisible hands make Mare Nostrum
a brexited no-grexit zone; droves of CFOs
root & grunt austerities to the stateless waiters
at their hi-fatty feasts. Back when the survivors hit
the island, Bruh Odysseus jam-riffed: man-to-man,
ain't nobody going to hell [it's irony, kidz] before
his time. Then overrode the trauma-drama, out-sourced 'em
to the sorceress in her well-dressed mansion.
                                                Fact is, we're there
too, lined up at the dolla-store register oinking hurry,
loading totes with piecework, jokey stocking stuffers,
blinding mem-chips, toss-off tees. 2^nd-job 3^rd-shift
checker wearies like hexameters from achy
foot to foot. Hopes she won't get managed out.

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from What Penelope Chooses
Cider Press Review
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