A day at the Office

She awoke this morning,
feather headed and sandy eyed,
to struggle from sleeps gentle arms and contemplate the day ahead.
Time rings his strident bell,
and forced into the shower she washes a body
that does not quite belong to her.
The pleasant vacuum of early morning emptiness fills her head,
trying to decide upon the garments of the day.
What a task!
Damp feet padding across the carpet,
choosing and discarded skirts and shirts along the way,
her ever waking eyes suddenly alight upon a long forgotten dress.
Perfect.
Ten minutes pillaging through drawers finally produces
an unladdered pair of black stockings.
Matching underwear costs her five minutes,
a pair of patent leather shoes ten minutes more.
Garments donned,
hair washed and brushed,
lips glossed,
at last she smiles.
A trail of debris follows her to the door,
her swirling coat the last to leave the house.
Tall, straight and immaculately dressed she walks...
Ready for another day at the office.

Right Now

This is how I am feeling RIGHT NOW!

Really.

It's a good job that 

a) I don't have access to sharp objects 

b) I'm not a psychopath

c) I'm not a man

d) I can tell myself it's only a job and in a few hours there's a glass of wine waiting for me!!

Business Show

There's got to be a better way 

Of earning cash than this!

A three hour drive, at half past five

Is just taking the piss.

Now here we are, we've manned our stand,

Well womaned actually,

And nailed our perfect smiles on

'Cause we're here 'til half past three.

Oh there's got to be a better way 

Of getting through the day,

Outside the sun is shining

And my life's slipping away.

If another bleedin' sales man

Stops and asks us what we do

They'll be picking up their teeth

And I'll be swearing in the loo!'

There's got to be a better way 

Of bringing in the bread,

Another year of doing this....

I wish that I was dead!

When will that winning ticket

Find it's way into my grasp?

A million quid would do it,

My escape, at last, AT LAST!!

I Saw You!

I saw you,
When you thought that everybody else had gone.
I watched you,
What you did there, when you thought you were alone,
I took a chance,
But really wish I hadn't stayed behind,
Now I want to poke my minds eye out, I want it to be blind.

I'm having trouble processing the awful things I've seen,
I don't know how I managed not to scream and scream and scream,
I think I knew that if you found me, that would be the end,
But now I don't know if I can pretend to be your friend.

I can't pretend that I didn't know just what you like to do,
To both yourself and others, when the working day is through.
Now every time you speak to me, I'm terrified you'll ask,
But I'm never, ever, staying late with you,

And that's a fact!

Born to Work

I wasn’t born to work you know,

Not like a snail is born to slime,

Pecuniary incarceration.....

That should be a crime!

I don’t do any damage,

To your veggies or your greens

But I’m bound to work, not free to roam

I think it's quite obscene!

 

I wasn’t born to work you know,

I’d rather be a snail or slug

Inflated monthly targets

Don’t mean much when you’re a bug.

I know a slug is not a bug

So pedants please stand down,

Poetic license there I cite,

So loose that crazy frown!

I wasn’t born to work you know,

I’d rather be a flea

On second thoughts though

What I want

Is to be a work free me!