What’s your favorite project you’ve led?

Just last night, I led a squad to capture
a lunar base west of Parson’s Crater.
Fresh newbs paved highways before us, greater
contributions could they make with fractured
ribs, bodies fodder, the bigger rapture
they’d find in their GAME OVER while freighter,
platoon and laser cannon fell. Later,
the mess hall littered with Frito wrappers,

we slept triumphant. It’s just like business.
Electrons lined up at the wall, blind, ripe
for hedgehog concept execution. What?
Oh. Meaning. “Follow your bliss,” stupid. This
competitive world’s too harsh. Any type
of half-assery leaves you on your butt.

Originally published in Applicant: Sonnets for Suits