The death trap of office politics

Fat cats trap trap trap you in At the mercy of suits and ties, lies, lies and alibis A smiley face, a hello and a quick stab stab stab In your back, You forgot to stack tissues you fool A firm hand shake, a sliding head, apologies apologies A quick meeting between two, Locked office…

Yes, we are angry

Yes we are angry We will remain angry Since our literal sense of being Our. Literal. Sense. Of. Being. Our literal sense of being Is determined by what happened to our pigments in history That dirty slosh of history? Yes, still bars us From a contented existence Who are we, we don’t know Too foreign…