he spent a decade working for a cellular telephone company whose singleminded unrelenting paranoia went by the namethe bark! CHURN 

CHURN was hardwired into every employees skullthe sole purpose of their working existence and more if they werent careful 

corporate resembled an anthill a bee hive a communal mind 

he tried to speak truth to that mind

                                    if he had lucky stars he would have thanked them 

he made no mistakehe was keenly aware of his unmitigated fortune he was hiredhis employment preceded the advent the cancer of corporate culture

                               he couldnt get hired now he hadnt an anglehe couldnt beat the culture gatekeepers

the loyalist the army ant warriors  

corporate culture has metastisised its been welded it is inflexible shit descends from on-high and flows very hard  underlings wont dare question authority  not if they want to ascend  

while working the daily CHURN  the numbers his department generated why generate? why not ameliorate? were the best among the various departments

their numbers werent half of those nationally published

one would have thought their efforts would have been rewarded  he did   loudly

corporate: You have a job. You should be thankful you have one.

he never learned out of whose mouth that came

he asked    

now on the other side of CHURN his assessment remains intact unperturbed unchanged  CHURN is peverse

cunthowever might take that as a compliment  

he wasnt entirely convinced cunt understood churn

his fledgling and flailing and failing young administration cranked out historic or ahistoric percentages

but

   maybe whats turned sidewise in the presidents thinskinned thin eggshell skull churn is an adjectivedescriptive  perhaps he believes it touts his churning  his spattering bubblingmagma his churning juices  his vitality after all didnt he reel inbed a porn star a Playboy bunny foreplayed with and fingered bevies of beauties “And when you’re a star, they let you do it. You can do anything.” his chorus(khoros)his echo(eche): Whatever you want. “Yes. Whatever I want.”

                         
his Big Being all tied up in his seminal vas deferens  which possibly in Cuntian means: “I am to be afforded seminal deference.”

couldnt you see him nodding like a drinking ostrich                                                                 

he could

2344,  Day-Between-Two-Ts,  28  3. 18

1451,  Thursday,  29  3. 18

1028 days remaining or fewer

https://imgur.com/gallery/pT8TNO9  lose the hat give it coiffured blonde hair

5:40 minute-mark isnt a bad place to start:  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=t0pBEeYFwR0