I’ve often wondered
what my associates would
think if I went completely off the graph.
I mean, like if I went into the workplace,
knocked on the boss’s door
& cold cocked his fat ugly face,
sat down at his oaken desk,
kicked my feet up,
lit up a cigarette &
told Becky to get her nice ***
in gear for some dictation.
Wouldn’t that
throw my
stuffy-shirt mates
for loop.
I’d be the biggest scoop
in the company paper,
“Jonny Goes Nuts in Sector B!”