The man's a fuck-up.  He always has been, and you,
With your evident absence of competence, chose him
To lead you because he's a male in a suit, and he's
White, not a woman who isn't, and, now, as his
Fucking up ruins your world, you still haven't figured
Out what's going wrong.  I've given up hoping that
You will learn anything.  It seems he's perfect for you.

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I, on the other hand, chuckle with glee.
Though your life becomes harder,
He cannot hurt me.
In time, you'll be out of work,
Broke and afraid,
While I blissfully sidestep
The mess you've all made.