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About Last Night…
A Poem
Gold sequins and sky-high heels litter the floor,
A black suit and a quirky Santa tie beside the chair,
There might have been a Rudolph sock hanging off a lamp shade
but I really couldn’t be sure.
It wasn’t my fault really,
I am certain someone spiked the punch.
Sure, I went back for seconds, fifths… maybe even a twelfth?
I lost count somewhere.
Luckily my desk has a leather top,
it was actually rather comfy to lay on.
But I am hoping there isn’t an elbow or a knee indent now
reminding me of a night I barely remember.
I am fairly certain you weren’t as drunk as I,
Your protests a white lie.
Because who doesn’t want to bang the boss
at the office Christmas party?
Sunglasses inside and a giant coffee in my hand
I pass your desk by with my head high.
I stand in the doorway of my office and sigh,
a subtle cough emanates from behind me.
You say, “About last night…”
