Saturday, April 14, 2007


"I always knew I'd reach the top,"
You said with perfect candor.
"There never was a single doubt."
i tended to agree,
As You wiped my nose
With last week's payroll.

"We worked so hard to get this far,"
Your Dacron wife explained.
"It took so long to close the deal
"When Daddy bought the business."

Your busty secretary grinned
And rubbed her legs together
As she scribbled out a pink slip
For the cretin boy
Who punched in late.

Copyright 2007, by Jon Gregory. Written in 1980. Published in Contexas and a few other journals I don't recall. Perhaps one day I'll look them up.

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