of resignation. This cup of Lemsip

is also hot, medicinal piss

doing fuck all to erase shoulder-chip.

I pledge allegiance to my company.

Pass forty kilos to shift any time,

I won’t carry slo-mo trauma or see

weaponised boredom from work-trapped young minds.

You can pop your advice on the table

just in case New-Employee-Number-12

could use guidelines on ‘How to enable

nonchalant armour against verbal shells’.

Send heartfelt regards to your catalogues -

‘boys’ running round in circles - aren’t they ‘dogs’?