Many years ago during my time as cleaner
I killed two men
The first was a prick who was working late
At the company offices of Tin Alley
I had just finished emptying the bins
When he threw his soda can into the receptacle
I ignored his idiocy until he called me across
Now I do not mind being called a circle or even a square
But hated being called a cross
He demanded that I vacate his bin
And when I refused he said he would get me fired
I hit him over the head dead with his angelpoise lamp
He fell to the floor without a sound staining the red carpet red in the process
I then finished my shift and read Vonnegut on the tram home
The second man I killed was the CEO of a Multinational
His office was on the penultimate floor of a thirty storey block
I had cleaned his office before and had noticed that he had a cuckoo clock
This I felt was little strange as cuckoos were not high altitude birds
On the day in question I found him arguing on the phone with a junior
When he had finished the call he turned to me and asked me to dust his cock
I did this without question but he then told me abruptly
To clean the birdshit out of the cuckoo clock as I was good for nothing else
As I moved towards the wretched creature I picked up his engraved letter opener
And plunged it deeply into his black heart
He staggered forward towards the plate glass window
Which should have prevented him falling twenty-nine floors but it did not
I then finished my shift and read Vonnegut on the tram home