Poetry Bulawayo

Image - justjaredjr.buzznet.com   Superiors stuck in corridors, half blind to us wee subservient women - true, weird. So, they suck fries in their mouths and put some locks on the door, as if they are hard to reach? Some documents signed and all I see is crevice. Gag. I always say no. Floors which are of the same color are only cleaned by company's old vacuum. We are like slugs crawling on the floor of red carpet which turns from puce to bloody red when we jester like baby dinosaurs knocking on their doors and grabbing their shirts named after our superhero. We hope our boss doesn't lose his normative characteristics so he can still sign autographs to us fanatics of his piggy swagger and smirk. Fine. I want to include my daughter to our street protest. At times, we need some man in the house.