Spike
Feet on the desk
Boss in the chair
Carried the coffee
Up three flights of stairs
He drove up
In an electric car
I’m pinching pennies
To fix the guitar
Step up on some grapes
They want wine
They want twice the results
In half of the time
It’s a sick world
No cure in sight
Spot of bother
With my shock collar
The voltage has suddenly Spiked

Have fun
And pay me
You’ve had your fun
Now pay me
Minor infraction
Major disdain
I’m a living container
For man-made pain
I watched you fire the bullet
And swallow the casing
You threw away nuance
And atе sensation
When the micro-droppеr
Hits the blotter
I’ll put my brain
On the spike

Give a man a fish
He eats for a day
Give a man two fish
He throws one away