Friday, October 27, 2017
Bust
The Bra Exec didn’t break the
bank at Monte Carlo, but missed
his flight there.
As a result Andre-Andre, Designer,
huffed back to his yacht and sailed
with his cadre of haughty models.
Bra Man had missed many planes,
boats, trains, limos.
Booze, mostly. Fired this time.
Now hangs with other decayed wrecks
at Cosmopolitan Bar. Most, in their
view,
Thoroughly wronged
By weakness and song.
They argue ballgames and politics.
And insult each other in jest, but,
sneakingly, in grievance, deep felt!
But when tits come up, he’s acknowledged.
Labels: alcoholic, bra, business fall, career, Executive, failure, fashion
