12/23/2025
From the upcoming WRMN MORNING SHOW EP: "Don't Dip Your Quill in the Company Ink", a jazzy song to play at your office Christmas parties -
“Don’t Dip Your Quill in the Company Ink”
Verse 1
There’s a hush in the hallway, fluorescent and thin,
Where the clocks keep their counsel and the margins cave in.
You sign your name softly on the day’s compromise,
While a glance writes a footnote you won’t summarize.
The ledger looks harmless, the paper looks clean,
But desire has a talent for turning obscene.
Pre-Chorus
Keep your metaphors modest, keep your hands to the page—
Some lines, once crossed, don’t return to the stage.
Chorus
Don’t dip your quill in the company ink,
Don’t let your impulses outrun what you think.
It stains more than memos, it bleeds through the seams—
Love’s not a policy, lust’s not a team.
You can draft your affection in private, in peace,
But don’t sign your name where your duties don’t cease.
Don’t dip your quill in the company ink—
It writes its own ending before you can blink.
Verse 2
There are breakroom confessions in coffee and steam,
A smile with a motive disguised as a dream.
Two chairs pulled too close, two jokes too sincere,
A “just after hours” that feels engineered.
You call it a shortcut to something “real,”
But shortcuts in offices usually heal
By scarring—by making the whole place aware
That the air has been altered, the cost isn’t fair.
Pre-Chorus
Keep your prose unentangled, let your conscience be strict—
A flirtation is easy; the fallout is thick.
Chorus
Don’t dip your quill in the company ink,
Don’t let your impulses outrun what you think.
It stains more than memos, it bleeds through the seams—
Love’s not a policy, lust’s not a team.
You can draft your affection in private, in peace,
But don’t sign your name where your duties don’t cease.
Don’t dip your quill in the company ink—
It writes its own ending before you can blink.
Verse 3
The ink isn’t only what sits in the well—
It’s the power in titles, the hush you can sell.
A promotion’s a promise, a compliment’s rope,
And someone may climb it mistaking it for hope.
And even if equal, even if “free,”
The office keeps receipts no one else gets to see.
Gossip’s an editor, ruthless and fast,
Cutting context to ribbons and binding it last.
Bridge
If you want something honest, don’t borrow the brand—
Don’t put your heart’s weather in management’s hands.
Because secrets in cubicles don’t stay concealed;
They turn into meetings, they turn into fields
Where everyone steps, and the footprints remain,
And the quiet becomes a kind of bureaucratic pain.
So write your romances where sunlight can land,
Not under the letterhead’s borrowed command.
Final Chorus
Don’t dip your quill in the company ink,
Don’t trade your tomorrow for “what do you think?”
It stains more than memos, it bleeds through the seams—
Love’s not a policy, lust’s not a team.
You can draft your affection in private, in peace,
But don’t sign your name where your duties don’t cease.
Keep your sentences clean, keep your distance in sync—
Don’t dip your quill in the company ink.
Outro
Take the hint from the margins, from what can’t be erased:
Some desires belong to a different place.