You hook up your ears and you hook up your eyes.
Your watch is burning and your mood keeps turning.
Sometimes, the fan is slow or the AC is low.
But that won’t count when your work is to account.

You smell sth. fishy and you say something bitchy.
These qualities of women are not unknown to professional men.
I sense some glory and find a story.
Some shine while some are ingloriously mine.

I am typing this message or is it a passage?
I am narrating this story or writing poetry?
Now whom shall I ask, to whom give this task?
Everyone here is my friend and not a soul is a fiend.

To whom shall I request, to travel this quest?
The question is same, but the answer needs to be a name.