Worksex Poem by Ragy Sandid

When I am busy
I am busy and nothing else
With my fault
The defined vault
Instead of sugar and salt.

I thought about it today
I tried to recollect the pieces
It was a long way away
I have no will to stray
And no strength to stay

I know there’s an invitation
I know that I am refusing
It’s because of the work
It’s because I’ll go bizurk
If I’m not Captain Kirk

But thank you for asking
Well, don’t ask again
You know if we go at it
I’ll just have to combat it
You’ll think and I’ll stat it

When I am busy
Don’t think what I am busy with
I am busy with you but more
Busy with them and their infinite store
Of decisions on papers that I never bore.