I wish I had the time

The sound of your pen on the yellow paper
Is distracting me from capital budgeting
How can I concentrate when I imagine you as a hen?
Each 300 pages of Bokowski you lay an egg
I mean, a poem
And I have to suffer here
learning about dividends and repurchases
I won’t explain you what’s about cause you’d get bored
I get bored
I wish I could write all day long
I wish I had the time
To stay with you in the same room
Watch you write about your lover
Watch you smoke a cigarette
With the door at the balcony open
Which I feel it is open now
Cause its getting chilly in here