Poem: Prophet Margin

There it was:

The Moral Ineptitude.

Not a hair out of place. Not a smile on its face, well not one that its own eyes could see – or feel. Nothing actually real.

Just (the perception of) added value adding value.

Added value. Adding value… Added value. Adding value…

the only value not to be compromised.

Just (the perfection of) adding value.

No harm in being de…