No ******* just killer heels,
Raincoat covering my gifts.
You loosen your tie and slip off your shoes,
Anticipation all over your face.

Computer chair swiveled towards me,
Grind on you slow,
Your big soldier salutes.
Mounting your desk, swish my hair.

Jackets on the ground now,
My legs spread and in the air,
Your hungry for me Sir,
I will hold all your calls.

Tongue punching my lily,
Slick and ready,
Your starving for me now,
I will cancel your 3 o clock.

Door locked, you are naked bar
the tie and maroon dress socks.
Long day at the office dear,
Gonna have to work overtime.

Pounding me now, your Rolodex fallen
I take the minutes of my moans,
Been wanting this for ages,
CEO was always my favorite position.

Dripping, your package filling my ******,
Corporate stress meets carnal greed,
Desk and I taking a pounding,
I now know what goes on underneath your suit.

Braced against the filling cabinet,
"I will get right on that, Boss,"
Your hand on my ***, thumb in my mouth,
Always the best at securing raises.

The little secretary that could,
My name in the past,
I take minutes as you nut,
Dictated, but not signed, Lyla

THE WORLD is an office asking for your sweat. Before lunch. Officeboy turns off the aircon. Stuck in line in front of the teller. Number is empty, on bank account.

This world is a city asking for your blood. An old friend who grew into someone who was getting less and less understandable. A monster that feeds on its own body parts.

Welcome to the Sindicate
Of utter stupidity
Where all tactile contact
Is inhibited by the puny mind

You are a villain
Of these modern times of change
In primal times
How I would have deranged
Your features
Like the animal within me
Tells me so

To take justice into my own hands
Hone it like never before
Then plant it
Into your ridiculous behind

Then maybe some sense will grow
Instead of spewing idle catchphrase
When all wisdom has  escaped
From your old diuretic mind

Then maybe you will see
Beyond your need for controversial
Lust for simple power
Over the sheep you fail to herd

To manipulate the many
Your voice must be heard
But its pointless tribulation
When all around you curd
At your arrogance

Now the freshly programmed
Atmosphere turns at the smell
Of your ***** discussion
Riddled with moth *****

Slurring all the ignorance
You can muster in one
Uninformed, uncontemplated instant
Which has roused the warrior
So I may slay this fool

Only to stop the cringe of colleagues
As they put up with your impertinence
How I wish that all intelligence
Did not exist for a time

So that all the grime that lies within me
Can swallow you whole
So you may have a taste of darkness
To counteract the light
That shines
Out
Of
Your
***

Now on days at my desk
I think of you
and your brilliant blue.

Once again I must assess options
Put my workings up for auction
For despite my attempts of caution
I'm losing it all again

This working life keeps changing
This working life keeps breaking
This working life is unchanging
In the way that it keeps degrading

I feel guilty about the stealth
But really, I can do else
Brush my shoes and shine my belt
It's time to hunt again

This hunting life is relentless
This hunting life is offensive
This hunting life is intensive
It's enough to leave you senseless

I wonder maybe this is the one?
Now all my analysis is done
Do I get to stay with everyone?
Or will it start all again?

This working life is tiring
This working life is hiring
This working is inspiring
me to begin my retiring

just sitting here
with stiff legs
a stone face

when I swivel
it is to swivel
at a single place  

not going anywhere
am your swivel chair
not going anywhere
am your swivel chair

have long stopped longing
for adventure and smiles
have discarded all things
that enlivened me inside  

have no life, do not care
am not going anywhere
am your swivel chair

you look like me
I look like you

each passing year
we just wait here
for no person
for no place
for all things to
magically change

like two brothers
rusting together
like two brothers
rusting together  

just sitting here
with stiff legs
a stone face

when I swivel
it is to swivel
at a single place  

am not going anywhere
am your swivel chair
am not going anywhere
am your swivel chair

Turquoise blue fills my eyes,
No white within,
Children filled with joy,
As lush green grass gets trampled,
It's a day of rarity,
To be with your family and friends,
Exploring and creating,
Sandcastles and fairytales,
As we enter nether regions,
Of endless fantasies,
We hope this day will come again,
But,
Because of England,
And it's tumultuous weather,
We enjoy it whilst we can.