Immeasurable Outcomes: Evidence-Based Irrelevance

It’s about leveraging potential income
to enhance output-maximizing sustainability . . .
It’s about de-funding unsustainable income outcomes.
It’s about results-based data-enhanced paradigm shifts.
It’s about demobilizing upward mobility:
dis-empowering gentrification
by underfunding the over-entitled.

It’s about de-funding unsustainability
until the immeasurable metric is globally assimilated.

It’s about the designated data-driver.
It’s about memes as theme schemes.

It’s about complicating competence
through collaboration in collusion—
intentionally replicating re-branding.
Effectively identifying best practices of the best-dressed actresses
until the girl in the t-shirt says meh.

Meh girl

 

NaPoWriMo Prompt #8

So far I have actually written 7 new poems in response to prompts, but today’s prompt is so near and dear to my poetic heart that I have already written some data-driven drivel and will bring out those past poems to match today’s prompt:

think about the argot of a particular job or profession, and see how you can incorporate it into a metaphor that governs or drives your poem
[…] perhaps you can take inspiration from one of the business jargon phrases that seem to predominate in corporate environments

Here’s my first:

Data Talks . . . Celery Stalks


Fata Morgana
!

Crunch the numbers and look at the data. I’m like:
Measurable outcomes for pleasurable incomes—
incorporate outsourced inhuman resources in-house. I’m like:
indicators for vindicators.
It’s all about the data, mama—
so man up, sit down, and move forward
like hard apps on software, like ram on a gigabyte. I’m all:
sit up, move down, man forward;
benchmarks as milestones, stone benches as mile-markers
measuring the change-talk: obstetric metrics
played out for pregnant pauses.
It’s about throwing out the carry-on
It’s about unpacking the lost luggage
It’s about documenting best practices of undressed actresses
until the data-driver fails the breathalyzer.
The data tells a story—memes of mastery cast in plastery:
DUCK the FATA (morgana) !

Fata Morgana !

 

 

Data Talks… (Celery Stalks)

Fata Morgana !

Fata Morgana !

Crunch the numbers and look at the data. I’m like:
Measurable outcomes for pleasurable incomes—
incorporate outsourced inhuman resources in-house. I’m like:
indicators for vindicators.
It’s all about the data, mama—
so man up, sit down, and move forward
like hard apps on software, like ram on a gigabyte. I’m all:
sit up, move down, man forward;
benchmarks as milestones, stone benches as mile-markers
measuring the change-talk: obstetric metrics
played out for pregnant pauses.
It’s about throwing out the carry-on
It’s about unpacking the lost luggage
It’s about documenting best practices of undressed actresses
until the data-driver fails the breathalyzer.
The data tells a story – memes of mastery cast in plastery:
DUCK the FATA (morgana) !

 

 

 

More Data-Driven Drivel HERE