You're aware, I'm short of breath

Listen up for the sake of my health

This morning, emerging from your ford,

Cooled by the AC's nest

Trousers and socks snuck In your Oxford

You were layered: a suit, a tee, and a vest

Yet inside you burn with pride

Making elevation of your exotic ride

Waiting in your office, I whisper a plea

Not so long, but longing to be free

Moving from one AC to another,

Locking me in your office could make you a manslaughter

You notice my dismay

But casually brush it away

Your answers though and hard

Can't work with someone who finds AC's rough...