slice and dice

you wield that pen
like a back-alley razor
as you slice and dice
your way through
those executive files

i lie bleeding out
here alone in the gutter
as you hurry on home
to your microwaved supper
cursing the fools on the road

why should you care ?
all i ever meant to you
was a few dotted ' i ' s,
yet another double-crossed ' t '
and a means to your cushy end

i lie bleeding out
just out of range of your sight
no need for you to worry or fret
as there's plenty to guzzle and pop
for comfort throughout the harsh night

you charm and you smarm
your way through daily affairs
leaving a slick in your wake
as i lie here bleeding out
due to one of your clerical mistakes