Lady in a Fruit Dress

I walked into the office
And this woman
With little fruits
All over her dress
Was going through
My desk drawers
With this smirk
Of victory.

She told me
I was no longer needed
At the magazine
My writing was profane
Encouraged drug use
Promiscuity
I told her
That was not true
I operate on honesty
I promote life and living
The woman in the fruit dress
Dusted her hands off
Put them onto her hips
Told me to collect
My things
And to never come back.