Corporate Caveman
Mr. Corporate caveman,
where goest thou wayward hands?
Giving boardroom ape-man grunts
to the second bananas in command
You love talking jungle lewd
to the female office underlings
Always feeling on someone else’s
body wrapped packages
Dino dogs love sniffing
in somebody else’s kitchen;
and other people morsels, they love licking
Corporate cavemen love exercising
unauthorized executive privilege touching
Mr. Corporate caveman,
I hear-tell you received some Jurassic justice
That your wife, Wilma,
got the divided marital bonds
of your Slate Rock company
And she threw you some scraps
of divorced crushed rubble
You got Betty bopped,
Mr. Corporate caveman ...
‘cause your fingers couldn’t stop,
Mr. Corporate caveman
And there’s a heavy cost
for being a caught misogynist boss
Copyright © Freddie Robinson Jr. | Year Posted 2017
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