iBoracic

iBoracic

i’m mentally bankrupt
this job is an effing joke
and the wages are pants
barely covering the rent
not to mention my credit cards
or council tax

and i’m so bored bored bored
out of my tiny mind
perhaps i’ll get the evening paper
i feel so imprisoned
in this grey building
trapped by my
financial commitments

look enthusiastic
here comes the jailer
i mean my size x-large boss
keys swinging
from a belt fob
says i should work
extra hours
on the phone
repeating sales talk
like a stuck gramophone

he smiles
with his overtime suggestion
creepy smile
and when ever he gets up close
accidentally
too close
brushing against my tits
makes my skin
crawl away
and exfoliate

if he does that
one more time
so help me i’ll
kick his dangly bits
but fuck it
then i’ll get the sack
the price of wages leaves me skint