they want you to clean their clock
want you down on your knees
they leave their drawers open
hoping you'll bite they leave

the lid up like a mouth
starved for tit want you rubbing
your ass up in the air
at their feet as if to give

a blow job or praying
They want you to wipe up their
messes send flowers get rid of what
oozed where it shouldn't have

insist you do what if you thought
much about it would make you cringe,
do it smiling do it grateful
as if bending over backward till you

cracked was proof of your
passion