Tag Archives: Office politics

100 WORD SKITTLE // Prehensile Option

I’d sooner evaporate like boiling water from a jug, but here I am, wearing a tie and knocking on an office door instead. My boss is behind that door and my stomach’s twisting with the knowledge that there’s no escape.

“Come in!”

Still, it seems that an executioner inviting you to the chopping block sounds friendlier than the officious store clerk who barks “Hey!” when you leave without letting them inspect your bag.

I take a deep breath and enter. My boss is at his desk. It’s not polite to put feet on a table, but what about a tail?

by TETIANA ALEKSINA & TONY SINGLE
© All rights reserved 2023

the swansong cycle (part one): swansea suicide (the kamikaze karaoke death metal roar)

i’d had loads to drink and got up on stage
ready to wipe their asses with my whole life’s page
so i said “blah blah” this and all “blah blah“ that
“are you ready to be in stitches? double drat!”

“i’m the queen of the office! the boss don’t scare me!
the fucking tapeworm in her guts, not her pubic flea!
she’d better step off, man! learn her goddam place!
i’d love to see that smile slapped off her face!”

and so on i ranted in a death metal voice
feigning confidence, as though i had some choice
and then i saw her there, boss behind my workmates
while they booed and hissed like a pack of primates

but she smiled and dropped some coins into my beer mug
“if career suicide’s what you crave then your grave’s dug”
well, i know whatever happens must happen for the best
my home’s a gutter now, and i got that shit off my chest!

by TETIANA ALEKSINA & TONY SINGLE
© All rights reserved 2018