My boss is a pain

In Poems4u on November 27, 2009 at 7:57 am

To my boss Darry

I tire; I slave in the cubicle, bending all day

To build; my career and take the firm all the way

You seat, in that fancy desk, complaining all day

Over the phone, company phone, over how we laze all day

You curse over the four course lunch, company paid, of how you have to struggle to get us pay

As we tire; slave away in our cubicles, bending all day


From one of us


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