This may not fit in

this may not sit well

with the order of things

with the man-made, dull hell

of the nine to the five

of the being eaten alive

by the overtime is king

by the work to survive

I’m not so conforming

I’m not so law-abiding

as my outward appearance

might lead you to believe

I might talk a good game

I might look meek and tame

I might primp, paint and preen

I might smile, might act keen

seem eager to please

seem happy to tease

and honour your superiority

bow down to your authority

but it’s all in your mind

but it’s not for you to decide

but look ‘round you’re behind me

I’m way out in front

my charm is the offensive

don’t get all defensive

It’s too late for that now

you know it’s the truth