She sweats success through her pores

by Andrew Mayanja   Aug 24, 2014


Again she's laughin'
'cause the profits are
in. Quadruplin', smashing projected
sales, she's ecstatic
She celebrates with a gin.

The bloke that's asking
when she wants
picking up is Reggie, part-time
chauffeur, hustler, ex bouncer,
if you was to ask her
She would swear he was
Kin- "3 on the dot as I've
got banking to do, oh, and
be sure to knock as there's
clients I'll be seeing about
future business, please boo!"
In acknowledgement he winks
back at her saying, "Crystal",
closes the door behind him then mumbles
to himself, 'as you wish, cool'
then heads out of her
night club, into
the maddening streets of London,
by this time it was
nearly a quarter to two.

Frantic friday, Reggie's mind
is on 'Myspace', gossip with
a couple chicks from the
Caribbean and plans to link
Up with the crew.

Andrew Mayanja

© Gzuss productions 2009

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