The Dreaming Tree

Hanging around on the office table,
Figuring out what the boss means by deliverable,
Dazed and confused you don't keep him in the loop,
Because he asks you for agenda and a focus group,
You want more money, holidays and you're pissed,
But you shut up because you're the product evangelist,
They keep telling you "We will downsize",
So you get back to work and prioritize,

And every new client's brief in your luck,
Leaves you saying what the fuck?
If only they'd put it in simple words,
And not in literal versions of recurring decimal imaginary surds,
You'd probably have a clue of the work to be done,
But then how would the MBAs have some fun?
No, you must stick to the vague business lingo,
And in the process suck your boss' dingo*.

Then in the bar you meet this lovely blue eyed lady,
And tell her you market satisfaction solutions which are consumer ready,
Till your jaw is viciously attacked by her daddy's boot,
Because he thought you were a male prostitute,
So you retreat to a corner, speechless and weak,
But promise to master this alien corporate speak,
Because the better butt and sweeter titty,
Prefer Six Sigma men with enhanced productivity.

Boners are inspired by different things,
Pasties and T-backs and leopard skin slings,
Some people love chicken, others prefer fish,
So dont judge a man by his kinky fetish.

Now that we've decided on a broad mind,
Lets keep our likings for the broader behind,
Not closeted inside with the dirty underwear,
But out in the open, sun-tanned and bare.

And of all the choices that the creator made,
The whore of hearts and the broad of spade,
Nothing puts my blood flow on cue,
Like the girls with a 130+ IQ.