The Hand of God

The Hand of God washes clean
The sands of time
Like a silent wave
Suddenly formed
Suddenly gone.

Capture the Rapture.

A Boss Is Unique

Byron called Mayer in.
“Mayer, why haven’t you done that report?”
“You never asked for it.”
Byron wrote, “Mayer makes excuses.”

The next day Byron called Mayer in again.
“Mayer, why didn’t you sharpen your pencils?”
“No excuse, sir.”
Byron wrote, “Mayer can’t explain his actions.”