The Boss
By: Audrey BarberI now have a new Boss
A bloody old wanker
This aged old faggot, acts like a maggot
He shakes his legs so fast they may fall apart
Does he suffer a nervous syndrome
That I may not know
He is just a jittery man well he does show
He says he is professional
He says he is honest
He claims to be straight forward
But he contradicts his statements
At every nook and turn.
He just a rude old fart
I like to toss him in a cart
He tells the crudest jokes,
You cannot even laugh
Criticizing his wife
Making harsh comments
He tells us he can run the bloody place
Alone without us all
He sure has an ego so eccentric he is
This is a five star hotel what is he thinking
How on earth can you run a hotel such as this?
Without the staff around.
Does he shoot any thrash that pops in his head?
He is such a bandicoot
So sly is his ways
Against each other people he puts
Then takes all the pride for the work we have done
Saying he has done it all by himself
He is not around long just six months or so
Where the rest of us are seven years or more
He wants to change the way we have been running
We love to have changes we certainly will adapt
But the way he goes around is not all right
He sneaks over you just to watch what you do
Then he calls you in and says some silly things
He makes you feel so incompetent
The crazy lunatic, must be caged in a cell
He sits on files and then shouts at us
If paper's aren't signed.
He tells me you know, why I delay things
But they are with him, locked in a cupboard
Or lying on the floor
So when I tell him this
He thinks I am rude and too big for my boots
To hell he can go
For all I bloody care
I have worked with many professionals
But this is Thrash and out the door must be thrown
How on earth did he get here?
Who on earth brought him in
I just cannot trust him, he has proven so
He sneaked out on me, and what a shame it is
Well the joke is on him, I do not lose a thing
I cannot just stand the douche bag no more
Therefore I have resigned and I am glad to be going
Away from this monkey, away from this maggot
It is just a shame after 6 years or so I now must up and go
Just because the boss is a faggot a crazy old wanker
But not only me who are up and going
There are many others too who are walking out the door.
He has proven to us, that an office joke he is.
We cannot work like this
We do not want a Joker to be the Head of us.
He can keep his band wagon
And ride in it alone
He can laugh and be happy at his own dirty silly jokes
He can change the set-up, He can change what he wants
We do not care, we all want to go
This is a freak show like in a circus he performs
We see the old bat sleeping on the job
We do feel sad, no report we make
As he is just a silly old freak
Who has taken a challenge
He cannot really keep
I now happy I leave him behind
He tells me he is sad and la oss to him
Well I care less I may sound rather rude
But I really cannot take this tripe anymore
And now I must go.
So a better place I have a better boss I get
I am running away singing along
To be free of the maggot
Free of the Faggot
Free of a wanker the jittery old bag.
Poetry by Audrey Barber
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Written on 2006-10-23 at 15:08
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