…. Then he went about his usual manner of stroking his neck.
Separations were ready on his desk.
He clicked a few times, corrected some spellings and
stroked his neck again. Surveillance video was tracing him,
focusing over his hands, zooming on to his nails.
He stroked again and typed:
A Lion, behind a green pocket,
getting parcel packed,
licking fifteen samples of sweets alongside marching boots,
rubbing down sugary, fading faces.
All this is better than you are.
_ Your dumb ass.