Bored now, not much happening.... may be forced to go and do work... what to do, what to do..... desperate situations require desperate measures....
Aha! Here's some (very dated!) doggeral I produced, ooh..... quite a long time ago. Inspired by 'American Psycho' and embittered by my own experience of working at EBRD in the late Eighties.... Apologies in advance to any traders on the board....
Let's hear it for the boy
With the fax machine
Cost effective, efficacious
Mr. Crème de la Cream
Owns a sexy, brand new Porsche
Got a Pentium chip computer
The girls that he's currently screwing up
They just get blonder and cuter
Rich red silken pouting nips
Only the very best
Muscle bound snatches welcome here
If matched with pert round breasts
And X has never marked the spot
Where the clitoris is, (or is not)
This one doesn't need to know
The finer points of down below
Everything he wants is his
A great, yes, an immense success
His jockstrap size increases daily
As his ego is caressed
Ooh, to work in a City bank
It must be such a lovely wank
Midas in drag, you piss pure gold
The money men, who never grow old.
Virtual reality - maybe so
Or is it really what it seems?
Goggles on for the City boy
Written and produced by ‘The Eighties Dream’
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Ascended Mistress of Illumination