Trouble at the Office

He, calmly, notes her mistakes.
He is silent, she oblivious.
He is all-seeing, he is owl-like,
He watches her intently.
Her faux-pas are considered, swallowed and digested
Until a massive pellet of small petty wrongs
Is dropped upon their mutual boss's desk.

Out she steps, and he, unblinking, watches her leave.
Pleased he may no longer be unsettled
By her radiant youth, her soft-lashed eyes,
The lingering air of warmth and ylang-ylang as she walks,
Her breasts an untouched signal of her breathing,
Her hot legs rising upwards to a change of scene.



This was written while I was working at my first job - as a shop assistant in my "year out", at David's bookshop in Letchworth. I should make it clear that the characters are not based on anyone I've ever met, let alone anyone I met at David's! I suppose though that it did get me thinking about how odd workplace dynamics could get - in a different way from the odd school dynamics with which I was familiar. I'm still quite pleased with this, while at the same time being slightly repelled by it. I apologise unreservedly to owls. :)


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