I Am The Secretary letra

Mothers clad in Coach leather
are swarmed in litigation.
I am the secretary.
I rub their case files
generating heat to release perfume.
I fill their shoes with the lift of hot air.
I burn their bridges on their lunch breaks
faking full schedules.
I dabble in the art of lobby stall.
I am the slow trickle filter
on the tap of rushing divorce force.
I dine on the marriage corpse.
At my desk I generate
days of auto pollution spat out from the scorched patience
f fenced fems on repeat lobby attendance.
Motoring in the grid - a pressurized wavy-lined road roast.
The lid whistle screams in a chorus of horns.
Their asses red and flustered
from a regimen of cush upholstered smothering.
Their elastic bras bulge
in a 12-hour life grip
as the stitched metal fingers chip enamel
from lingerie hoops.
A serum of skin salt/herbal lotion
spackles the strangled wheel at ten and two o'clock;
pumps pumping breaks in a repetitive rock.
I am the fulcrum where client and counsel meet.
I shift leverage to teetering lawyer leaches
that feed me with loyalty checks
from the tipped scales of their spouse-dishonered hosts.
I burn them all on the phone with empathetic friends
in similar shitty lives.
We wade daily through the hot grid
to formalize these hustles.

Beep Beep - Letras

• Chewy Poison
• Chewy Waves
• Electronic Wolves
• Executive Foliage
• Giggle Giggle
• I Am The Secretary
• Misuse Their Bodies
• Oh No!
• The Fluorescent Lights
• The Threat Of Nature
• Vertical Cougar