Men-never-pause!

Whoever said men don’t gossip
never had the privilege of
working with an all-men team.
It’s like a perpetual walk
through their wet dream.

Indulging in constant babble
— about who’s
working less and
getting overpaid…
who’s the lucky one
courting one chick
and with another
gettin’ laid…
their double entendre
puts sexual comedies
to shame.
It’s their frustrated libidos
I blame.

Gorging on food,
bordering on the crude,
innuendos socialise
with political leanings…
Never try to read to
much into what they say
or their purported meanings.

Come to think of it…
after a week of nation,
I need a vacation
to sift through
the thoughts in my head…
or soon enough,
I’d be checking out
that well-endowed babe
and salivating like ‘em
instead…