These collosal office tossers;
Bait you on with their coffers.
Would not be wrongly employed,
In spending themselves up large on;
maybe some character, personality and depth?
Beset and quite affected; not convinced I should let it, become another misfire for sweeping under-rug.
I’ve overseen my options; relegation to coffins, I paint the picture of a corner; can’t dispel.
Been having trouble sleeping, but not for the right reasons; You could well find another way of driving me insane.
I’m not ashamed in the least; nor marginally afraid, of telling you foremost I want to kiss you in the rain.
I’ll beg you if I have to, but I would rather not so; how ’bout you manifest these thoughts fracturing up my mind.
A compounded chemical reaction; we should electrify. We’re a brave new sensation, let us your doubts, defy.