Wake up,
To a morning jump,
You’re a sunless pup,
Speed bump.
He’s an earthquake,
Of a rattlesnake,
In a fish tank,
Point Break.
She’s a paper trail,
Of a steal rail,
a work time pal,
my office nail.
I authorize,
You mesmerize,
Our devil pies,
Corporate Eyes.
It's her lace frill,
What a dirty thrill,
Made of double hills,
She’s under billed.
For a reach around,
Or a wind-work sound,
To taste the ground,
I play for pounds.
Because she’s a sunrise,
In disguise,
My devil pie,
Our corporate eyes.
Copyright (c) David DeSantis
David, I loved the images projected in this lovely poem, they jump right out at you. Another brilliant poem by yourself which gives us lot of food for thought within those Corporate Eyes. Top marks and thanks for sharing it my friend. David
Thank you David for the myraid of corporate thoughts. Much enjoyed.
A thinkers poem, one you daren't rush through when reading it. Clever weave. Love Ernestine XXX
You can expel the animal from the office but you can't expel the office from the animal.
An engaging array of striking and original images here David - the fast pace you have engineered by using short lines and a run of end rhymes seems to echo the frenetic pace of corporate life - as observed through the narrator's eyes. j.
Very clever! Brilliant play on words... And Corporate Eyes - they hide a multitude of sins as we work for our pennies! HG: -) xx
Great poem. You really have an interesting usage of words. And you also have an interesting point of view on life. Your poems make me think. You're becoming one of my favorite poets. Keep 'em coming!
Wow you really hae your completely own way of words. It's very rythmical and somehow easy-read although your points of views are harder to swallow. I really admire the easiness to your way od seeing and describing the world. Beautiful. All my best Agnes
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wicked rythme and flow and very in your face a joy to read thank you