Ain't Gonna Break My Promise to Me

I’ve no passion for keyboards
or targets
I’ve no urge
to wear a tie
no urge
to be on time
I’ve no will
to take a cigarette break
too much conscience
to pick up the phone
be another dead soulless fake
persuading dogs
to shell out coppers
- pretending with tactics
to be a mate

I’ve no patience
for team meetings
the same fucking chair all day
glass boxes
full of men
alpha male business boredom
must save face
and be the best prick in company

I’ve no patience
for power tripped women,
bad middle age make-up,
hairy vaginas
- drier than sand castles
undersexed and coffee breathed
listening to another life course
on ‘how to be assertive’
driving familiar cars
home to frozen food
and marital limp cocks

Bones and flesh
starved of romance
and erotic freedom
blocks of sandpaper
breathing feathers
desert drought cracks
of hollow dust cunts

This place is hell
and it’s supplemented
with features on the recession,
‘how to fight through the recession’,
wedding tips,
and pretentious jewellery advertising

Traffic jams everywhere I look
pile-ups of unapproachable conversations,
second hand
half funny jokes
and worn out clichés
a real junkyard for good communication
sense of humour gone moldy
desperate suits
and telephones talking rubbish

God forbid
don’t let them hear you
utter the word ‘fail’

one final appointment for me
front door
must bail