Wednesday, January 7, 2015

The reprimand

Oh I saw a corporate window
and it could have been my own,
a blond and chastised woman
without her chastity phone

in front of a lesser boss. How dross.

The big man came in swinging
though small in stature be,
arms a flailing, shouts assailing to
the lesser goddess than he.

Now I do not know her crime
but surely it was there,
her hands were pounding out a code
and I knew that she was scared.

Do not let those tears flow for this.

The lesser boss had his back to me,
the greater boss yelled and then did flee, but
i could not see his face. He fled in
anonymous disgrace. A mouse without a face.

She sat there brave in an odd discourse
pretty, yet shitty, but it could be worse.

The office, now empty is still brightly lit
but a goddess with binoculars had caught the hit,
this sad and ancient empire is afraid of the clit.

Who knows what evil lurks in the hearts of men?
The shadow knows; and it will take a woman's
heart to call it out.

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