Poems at work

A Poem by ZackOfBridge

Poems inches away from a heat stroke

Clipboard fiend he listens
With his pen and paper stack
For a lady she is pissin
on his favorite cigarette pack
Take it from the stream
You petty clipboard fiend
And so your hand shall gleam
With love from the waterfall queen

His affliction was a liquid lung
-----Medics did what they could
The damn thing need be wrung
but experimental treatment followed
-----On a close line hung to dry
The mans girlfriend wallowed
his lungs were pressed with an iron
-----and so her eyes did cry
Because the lungs shriveled and fried
And without breath the man did not survive
-----he rolled away on a sterile cart
And the girlfriend lived medically sound
With her broken heart