Moving Up the Ladder

Bored, one day at work,

started scribbling down

random punk bands and

spray painting my desk.

I pulled one of the beers,

that I keep in the drawer

with the employee handbook,

out and shot gunned it.

However, it wasn’t enough.

I went into the sales’ office,

found their vodka & speed.

Wanted to sell ice to Eskimos,

acres on Uranus to the masses.

But I still needed much more.

Rummaged through the desks

of Admin and found downers,

Fuzzy Navels, Sangrias, wine

and copies of the Kamasutra.

I couldn’t take it, needed more.

Went into the boss’s office

where there was gin, scotch,

and golf clubs with grass and

blood cemented to their faces.

It took a lifetime to acquire that.