Goin from an F to an A-plus I got another bonus, for showing my lovely cajonas,
upgradin my downgrade, from low-paid to overplayed,
you choosin to be paved over or ploughed under,
coward hunker, down, game thrower,
from losin your single cube dwellin, doublin up, yellin for my myth buster debunker,
cavin in for a whore-diving spelunker,
miss bigger buster punkin the office, lyin while lyin in the war room bunker,
cubin my square exponentially better, and wetter, my rainbow prism her colorblind prison,
her sex makin skills are incongruous,
while I'm making and breaking laws in sexual congress,
office politics my internal affairs, tanglin their heirs in my blonde curly hairs,
beggin to smooch on my pristine derriere,
pullin the strings on execs and board chairs, makin em my dolls,
while she can't even figure out how to vote for american idols, suckin down midols,
crampin her style and cryin in her stalls,
the bunkmate boss, her top-bunk state lost,
a retired playmate, she reset a date for a tired playdate, sittin sedentary,
said meet me in the career cemetery,
to take me down with her, a queer query, a homeless-homosexual--not that theres anything wrong with that—
oh hell yeah there is!
her fu-ture is all too few, and I'm all too sure,
my suck cess pool daze are over, not for me and my success school days, and class is in,
and my ass is in-genious, in-genue and ill enterprenue over your mascara’d massacred compact-car carcass,
I done graduated, but I'm sure glad you made it, I'm already out, elevated, all settin my clout, sittin in my clouds,
my pie is high in the skies, while her ounce of pound cake wont even rise,
I sent a no-thank-you card to her new unsuccess-full-of-suck address, shes 6 feet under the dirt,
But 1000 miles under my cute-ass skirt,
1000 wows surrender to me, and my handsome jet,
ridin first class not coach, rollin Coach bags over her samson-ettes.
The CIO has got to go, you know, you know, the chief-i-o, I don’t owe no mo.
can't keep my mouth shut, too much ideas are flowin,
from shining shoes to shining me,
makin love like makin money,
i'm deep purple bruisen from mountin her majesty,
I'm like howard hughes countin the rugburned asses and knees,
from you buyin me for a nite, to me ownin you outright, keepin it tight,
c-notes and esops, enuf fabled cash and hash to choke all the horses and whores from aesops stash,
my stocks makin sharp spikes, piercin your flat-linin mutually dumb plan crumb funds,
my 401k just made 401k today, while your savings account I can count on one hand, minus one thumb.
The CIO has got to go, you know, you know, the chief-i-o, I don’t follow no mo.
from schwinnin to winnin, from hikin to bikin,
electra cruisin my needs for deluxe, shimano shiftin all speeds for my fucks,
streamlined internal derailleur, matchin fenders and basket to bail you,
out of your huffy huffin, can't stop your no-name brand puffin,
can't give up what’ll kill ya, like me and my chillin, all
afternoon, watchin you break your back for a pack, a butt smack, a don’t-come-back,
red bulls drinkin me for more energy,
four loko’s passin out from seein my dreams,
while you sit peein on your phone, checkin for STDs,
while from my corner window, I think of…nah not gonna tell it to ya,
next week gonna sell it to ya.
Now the CIO’s callin, bawlin,
watchin the tech guys installin, some new fancy chair, can't see from there,
chief information officer is off the first office on the floor, out the door,
now chief in formation of what the eff happened here and no more,
new designer nameplates, bone china to his paperplates, new game plan, he don’t understand,
standin over me one last time, and I let him, forget him, where’d he go?
cause its me in the aeron chair, dreamin dreams out of the top story air, and away we go,
landin me next in the seat…of the chief e-o.
The CIO has got to go, you know, you know, the chief-i-ho, I don’t think so.
