You can’t keep it shut can you
The motorgob
Your pretty well equiped
With Index finger partially dipped
Between your two luscious lips
The gateway to the motorgob

you gather your words
Like a dog tending herds
You’re a Motor mouth
It’s a skill you learned when your body went south
You’re an office flirt
Digging dirt
Expert
Concious , alert
Super short  skirt
Sat on an arsenal of words

Butter wouldn’t melt
In the motor gob

 Back in the office big gobs are meeting

To swap gossip and bleating
About Diet Coke men and cheating
About one hit wonders and Ronan Keating
About one night stands and perfect time keeping

Bell rings for cola break
Office nerd piss take
New girl hair rake
Miracle cream tan fake
Lipstick colour mistake

“Last night sex was a ground moving earthquake!”

If only you could hear yourselves






Jackals squawking jackals
Witches, cauldrons and cackles
Hen pecked men in shackles
Laughing girls and candy crackles
Abusing -fake diet cosmopolitan hassles
Choosing- Ann Summers leather tassels
Always big talk
Action’s rub off like chalk
On the new recruit office girl’s walk

Big talk
slander cop
Your gonna drop me right in it
Motor gob.

A calculating look in your eyes
You contrive
Between the time and tide
Between the groom and bride
You’ve messed up lives
Stirred hornets and hives
Taken fence sitting sides
In drunken hour slides
Down rich men’s block paved drives

In a tacky plastic car
A married man  pulled on your bra
And he took you to bed
And a hungry hole was fed
And false words were said
Your ceiling gaze, his nicotine breath
His performance bored you to death.

And for the motorgob
That’s the daily grind
Digging holes ,the bitter mind
Ditching feelings ,the guilty kind
you go for juicy meat not rind
you Clutch at youth
but your  left behind

You cant keep it shut

Motor gob