Just Another Day

Just Another Day
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The Boa constrictor slithers in
Wearing Gucci shoes and Liz Claiborne scarves
Coils around my swivel chair
Deciphers my emails in French perfume.
Succulent watermelons organically rest
Over my blinking computer screen
Inviting mellow fruitfulness
Inviting me to another nocturnal disguise
In the fragrant forest of the night,
When the winning price is just right
The options, win or loose,
Nothing inbetween.
The overfed wild boar climbs
Up the filing cabinet
In search of the elusive authority,
Tries desperately to open a locked door
With mischeivous ingenuity.
The lion sleeps snoring in the boardroom
Exhausted after a night of violent love,
While the lioness tears away
A frightened secretarial heart
For candlelit dinner
When closest of friends
Have played their lurid part.
Departmental jackals await
Their torrid turn.
Perhaps a few morsels will come their way,
Lessons well learnt.
The fox manipulates creatively
Secret sister company accounts
And keeps bread aside for another rainy day.
The pig sweats and gurgles
And negotiates animatedly for insider deals
Head wins over the heart
With a deep burp and a wild fart
He knows that a sly predator
From another waterhole
Is quietly on the prowl.
The bear scratches his back
And meticulously audits spurious accounts,
A bottle of scotch keeps him at bay
There is no God, no morals, nothing to pray.
The monsterra vines coil in the corner
Adding charm to the vicious winds
Wailing through the tinted windows
Of purely material things.
Lion cubs learn their ropes
From the lioness, chewing the remains,
Causally wiping blood away,
The bloodstains surreptitiously disguised by
The rubber stamp of an MBA.
Then the fangs are open
The horns are drawn
I bite first and draw first blood.
The vulture removes his glasses
Laughs hideously and flaps his wings
He’s seen mergers and acquisitions
And a thousand vitriolic things.
I duck behind my desk and hide
From the open corridors and stampede,
Spying from my nest in the high branches,
Wallowing in the excrement
The smell of rotting carcasses,
Away from the sweat and violence
Of poachers guns and battling masses,
Instinctive survival
In the game that we willingly play,
Yes O yes, let me live,
Just another day.