Workday

[SanPan]

Workday

I come to sit at my desk,
struggling through the maze of untamed
cars and bikes and silly proud footmen.
They seem to believe they are made of iron.

I look over your desk, my friend,
to see myself as if you are a mirror,
a clear one at that, you show me
little cuts I made during shave today.

I look over to the boss;s office,
and his overdressed secretary, a cruel beauty
she is , like a demoness with fangs
supple breasts and dark eyes.

I look to the boss, a happy man
he seems, I do not know him.
His happiness grows as he sinks his
teeth deeper into my hosting body.

Oh! a day gone by without rest,
I am tired and sick, I search for answers
within these walls, I seek forever
I will not find, for I am a worker.