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
Read 620 times
Written on 2016-05-02 at 13:16

dott Save as a bookmark (requires login)
dott Write a comment (requires login)
dott Send as email (requires login)
dott Print text


Kathy Lockhart
I love, "he had an obese, money motivated over weight mind."
Dang! You can't get better description than that! I was smiling while reading this. I was feeling every word. I applied those words to an X of many years ago. Words are amazing. The talent to write them just so is brilliant. 😊
2016-05-05


shells
I've met one or two like these along the way, they don't care who they tread on to get what they want to get to the top. He obviously made an impact on you, just the wrong sort.
2016-05-02