Corporate

Poem

Another day of office verbiage staining that spot on my cheek
Where the lone flush of a unisex bathroom meets the rouge of my temples
And a smell of clarified butter meets cheap disinfectant on a single nose hair,

Once removed, twice returned

And return I shall
To a time where my overhead incandescence was internally rife with stipulations

With copulations

Is it my daily bread to complain of a world filled with people owed favours?
As is my bed, rife with nepotism
Devoid of passion
Only half-assed work