Memories of a man I worked for.
He was a miserable man,Full of self-pity frowns on his sweaty brow,
A bitter individual who had forgotten how to laugh,
I never saw him laugh,
He was envious of others successes,
Yet he was a successful man,
He was a greedy man,
He had an obese mind,
A money motivated overweight mind,
He was as tight as a ducks arse,
He wouldn't part with a penny,
Jealousy was his mainstay,
He wanted what I had,
And made no bones about it,
He was an ungrateful man,
"Thank you" lay beyond his literacy skills,
Always appearing anxious and concerned,
Looking for others pity, to boost his own,
He was a boastful man,
Nobody did things better than him,
Oh yes, he was top draw, the dogs bollocks, just ask him!
He was a bitter man, a right bitter bastard,
But, fortunately for him he was also in denial,
He had a wonderful life and told everyone so,
And he didn't give a shit,
Regarding the people he trod on while climbing the ladder of success.
Poetry by JohnJohn
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Written on 2016-05-02 at 13:16
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