Dilatory Recrudescent Didactic…. Burp
by Tommy Z

Poised and glib and out of breath
she tapes his palm unto her breast
gets in the car and drives to work
dilatory recrudescent didactic…. burp

She parks the car at corporate lot
they stroll across: the pavements hot
whirl on through: revolving glass
security?…. just waves them past

A secretary greets them first
by grabbing something on her skirt
asking: would you wait, I think he’s in
do you have an appointment? A job interview? I see.
And grins

Yes we do, and thank you so much
it won’t be long? Then let’s do lunch
He’s here about the VP post
not taken yet? ………I hope.

I’m not quite sure,
but let me check
and talks to something on her desk
There’s a young man here, your 9 o’clock. Send him in?… Of course.

arduously, she plies his hand
now don’t run off
just be a man
this job is yours, if you so wish
now get in there, and make it quick!

boldly bracing and quixotic
he rises, enters, plays the comic
like Cherubini at the opera
sings libretto does the cha-cha

Oh please! Please! Mr. corporate magnet
I beseech you, hire Me won’t you?

I’ll add the numbers
and talk real fast, brow-beat employees
kiss your ass, facilitate solutions
be like the rest…
Here, just watch me…. genuflect

Some time did pass
he did emerge
the windmills creaked, then specters stirred
like Hercules and Jimmy D. (James Dean)
he’d slain the serpent with velvet ease

Well how did it go? Did you impress? Got the job? Let me be first

There came a pause, he did reflect
combed back his hair. And set his cleft
wiped off his knees, then showed a smirk
dilatory recrudescent didactic…. Burp