I'd like to thank Edge of Humanity Magazine for publishing this poem first. If you are unfamiliar with this journal, it publishes a lot of interesting art, poetry, and commentary. You can find the journal here http://edgeofhumanity.com The Managing Partner Don't tell me he was fooled by a pretty face - not when we've given him the run of the place. Yup, he paid her 45,000 and begged her to stay. She said thank you and still walked away. Did she at least give the money back? Nope, it hit her account and she started to pack. [Sound of Toilet Flushing] I'd be fired if I negotiated such a deal. He took her to dinner and she ate his meal. [Sound of Water Running in Sink] When he spilled Jamaican coffee on his shirt she grabbed his fork and ate his dessert. [Sounds of Self-Satisfied Smiles in Mirror] Then without even a backward glance, she walked away wearing his pants - down the block and across the street joined another firm, free to compete. If the facts got out the partners would riot. I wonder if he'd pay us to keep it quiet. Because if we tell he'll lose his lofty position and he'd never accept such a humbling transition. He does lead us like a hearse to the tomb all while believing he's the smartest in the room. But his brilliance wears a brilliant disguise. It's only seen with a mirror and only with his eyes. [Sound of Door Opening and Closing] [Sound of Toilet Flushing]
Luvgood Carp, Editor-in-Chief
Pungent Sound Journal of Pulp Poetry 