It’s about time

Sometimes,
I wish it were my fingers
at the end of the hands of time
pointing it in the direction of my choice
holding it back
seconding it
so I can stop~watching it
ravage away my prime

Corporate Frays

Talking endlessly
don’t you ever shut up?
you do my head in
and I don’t give a ?#*!
’bout your inflated ego
or self important ways
your bodily tics
predilection for corporate phrase;
the phoney compassion
and abrasive approach
the distance that you keep
and the way you reproach
the closed door policy
is your armoured protection
lest someone bear witness
to your flawed perfection