My Bosses Office Poem by George Samuel

Come to my bosses office
You will not find any single sand
Or some spider cobweb lice
But only cockroaches brand
Swinging south and west on her garden eyebrow
Groomed for her unfortunate groom
To come by stiff neck
Come to my bosses office
You will not find some ear drop
Or eye pencil or Biro scroll
But certainly some orphanage soldier ants
Licking blood stained lipstick on the floor
Kicking absentmindedly their Bicycle buttocks aside
And roaming a merry go round her sugar packs
That she must need put her napkin away
In my bosses office
There is no coffee like corn
But blind window through her blinking eyes
And who ever sees her swallows a knife