WEEK SIX CHAMP MATCH: UNIVERSE 5-0 vs MASTER ROCK 3-2 UNIVERSE WINS VIA DQ

[Universe]

Disappear Here

"And as things fell apart, nobody paid much attention." - Bret Easton Ellis

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The Boss - Friday, 9:16am


I'm the king of this castle, still I manage to not give a damn
Really I'm seen as a total asshole that inflicts damage on a little man
My hand flicks him from where he stands; I'm what this useless chump lacks
Muscle grew from some fat, I said, "You've been let go due to cutbacks..."
His posture just slacked... His pay reflects being too lazy, inept
Then this makeshift temp started to unpack his suitcase on my desk
Presented his résumé front to back - A list of accomplishments
They're official documents but I hated that he was fishing for compliments...
I wanted him out of my office without another single complaint
Business card displayed, "The subtle eggshell color is custom made..."
"I've never even called in late!" he exclaimed; He needs to just let it go
"Time to grow up..." I said, "This isn't based on weekly attendance, you know"
Every thread was exposed, I go, "I'm sick of staring at those rented clothes"
I guess for most, being dressed to the nine's isn't tenable...
Watched him sink in his hole, daydreaming - His face clenched and ears twitched
I snapped my fingers in front of him saying, "Stay with me here, kid"
"We have a severance package to give..." Hope it gets rid of this homeless misfit
"It's nothing personal...” I said with a slick grin, “It's only business..."


The Employee - Friday, 9:16am


I have no occupation… "Cutbacks" mean something different to me, boss
I'll fall by the wayside like seesaws while asleep on this dream job
Eavesdropping I heard, "This isn't based on weekly attendance..."
Yet what my brain envisioned was an attempt to fillet all his tendons
"Your pay will reflect..." Yadda yadda... I'm imposing in a quiet sense
I laid out some photos like the spread of his wife posing by the bed
This tough guy wilted like tulips, falling to pieces like confetti specks
I grabbed a tuft of hair from my bag and out popped a pretty head
Placed it on his mahogany desk; He gazed at his wife's dismembered flesh
I gripped a knife by my side and plunged it right into his neck
Savored his facial ticks, wouldn't trade it for all the stocks that he had
I nodded and added, "That's how your wife looked with my cock in her ass"
Got a hard on for that... Us working stiffs come demanding action
Lobbing softballs like company batting practice, with underhanded tactics
"Here's your fucking severance package!" I yelled, pulling his boxers right down
Cutting off his cock and impounding it inside his yawning wife's mouth
Things were going south... To his wife my pent up hate seemed heinous
Yet I already drained all my seed in that cunt's gaping anus
Did I mention she was pregnant? Boss man reached to the door, defeated
It was ajar like where Norman Reedus keeps his aborted fetus
Mixed it with some pork then seasoned, popped the cork on some red wine
Drank and jerked off to my child porn collection before it was bedtime
Recorded the next line... A phone rang - It's only a formality, see?
I heard a female voice say, "Patrick, come back to reality, please"
That last bit is key... I said, "Evelyn?" Suddenly my boss was in front of me
Thoughts of hide and seek - The mind believes whatever the eyes perceive
I'm a cog in a gear it seems; Real violence should be left in dreams
I digest the screams of men that bleed... Squeaky wheels always get the grease
They lift with ease, unemployment lines become something to hurdle too
"In terms of YOU?" my boss said, "It's nothing business... It's only personal"
Heard this jew ask, "Is everything kosher?" - My revenge is a cold dish
I made a finger gun and went, "I'm just a rockin' and a rollin'"
Waited for the elevator doors to open... It was slower than ever
It stopped on the 13th floor - That's fucked up on so many levels...
I'm the fiction of Bret Easton Ellis with the awful high of drugs
Just the thought of that makes me up Chuck like the plot of Fight Club...
Climbed a flight of stairs, passing a guy with two black eyes for certain
A tag attached on his shirt conveyed his name as 'TyLeR DuRdeN'
He carried my burden so I chirped him... He said, "You got a death wish?"
I got the message... A clock's beckoning tick had brought confessions
"Vivid imagination, Patrick Bateman..." There's no periods in a haunted sentence
So I walked from the entrance toward a sign that read:

This Is Not An Exit