Is he the Devil?

i am looking at the accounting text book

its nothing fancy but its pretty tough

i have to calculate profit and revenues

i cannot think about loses and debts

as i wont be much of a businesswoman

i look outside, the weather is so cool

the trees dont move at all, so very still

i look at my text book and imagine

i guess imagination is very very rare

it lets you access the most expensive

dreams ever that each one is unique

i want to be a CEO, a woman CEO

wearing a short black skirt, very short

with a silk white blouse, very tight

wearing black high heels, tip tap

with a leather briefcase in my hands

and as i walk proudly in my building

many staff greet me, “Goodmorning!”

i greet, “Have a terrific day, folks!”

many wave at me happily, cheerfully

i say to all my staff, “Is he here? is he?

the CEO of computer chips? Mr Bic?

from London?” they nod and i hurry

i hurry into my cabin and i see he is

sitting inside, patiently waiting, oh

he looked younger than i imagined

he looked like he was thirty five

i close the door and i greet him!

“Good morning, Mr Bic! sorry, if i

have delayed! my neighbours cat

got stuck in my garage! i had to call

my old neighbour who has fever!”

Mr Bic nods quietly and stands up

to shake my hand, i shiver as his

touch is so silken, so sharp and so

hard, i gulp and sit down, impressed

suddenly my teacher shouts at me

i look at the blackboard blankly

what, didnt i calculate the profit?

my teacher shakes his big head

i quickly read the question and

i begin to calcuate and somewhere

back in my brain is the urge that

i kiss Mr Bic, his warm hands all

over my body, oh, on the CEO’s

slinky clad body, i sneeze and all

look at me and see my red ears

i smile and i say to my dear self

“Mr Bic is all mine, so much profit!”