An Apology

As you may have noticed, The Cube likes poetry - at least The Cube's poetry, ego-bound as that may sound. (This is a plea: please do not send in angst-filled verses.)

Once upon a time, The Cube wrote a report and was reprimanded for calling the Company's product what it was: a genitally-related term that was medically accurate. Apparently, though, delicate ears in More Powerful Cubes did not want to hear that term.

Oddly enough, we create euphemisms for what we make, for what we do. The Cube now assumes that a garbage collector prefers "disposal agent." We no longer die, we "pass." And one should definitely not say that the Company's piss-passing portals connect to the ! @ & * !

The Cube was astounded and amused by the objection. While familiar with the concept of Virgin Birth, the idea of penis-less urinary release was a novel idea. But The Cube was also not pleased with the Official Reprimand. The Cube now had a Record in The Files.

The Cube felt it diplomatic to apologize to the More Powerful Cubes, to wit:

If we writers have offended
Think but this and all is mended:
Since the words I did last profess
Fell on your ears with such distress
Under-thought and over-ripe they
Could not a simple joke convey.
Know this, know this: 'tis me to blame
Insisting that my humor's sunny.
Not you: you rightfully felt shame
Given such a dismal pun, we
Shouldn't have to hear jokes lame,
Hilarity requires thoughts funny.
In conclusion here's a word from me:
The word's to you -- Apology.

Yes, the first word in every sentence was made bold. No, five years later no one has yet noticed. Yes, The Cube did give it to the More Powerful Cubes. No, The Cube did not get fired -- yet.

Great quote from Hagakure: The Book of the Samurai ---

The end is important in all things.