Well here it is, this is what goes on where I work no one sees it the way I do, So lets makes some fun of them and at least have a laugh.
Oh those silly buggers
What to do they think they do
Who do they think they are
What a crazy bunch of lunatics
Running a hotel show
The General Manager
The ageing old buffer
Who thinks himself as God
He wants us all to bend and bow
To his every beck and call
He cannot deliver the promises he makes
Many big whoppers he knows to tell
This silly short creature
Is a one man show
A bunch of executives he has hired
To do his dirty work they all stand inline
To every word he says they bend and salute
To them he is king to them he is god
What can they do their heads he will take
If his word is defiled
If they do not obey his big command
No power they have of their own
No decisions they take without his consult
What a pack of losers adult men they are
Who cannot stand their own ground cannot speak their mind
They squirm and they jitter when they see the old man walk
Their balls he has placed
In cupboard behind him
What a pathetic sight this place has turned to be
It is just like a zoo, crazed animals running around
Like mental patients some behave
The women are putrid they do not know how to dress
They are vulgar and sluttish and suck on every man
To get what they want, To climb up the ladder
The Personnel Manager
Is another ageing old witch
Dresses like a teenager and a comic picture makes
No one likes her they run when they see her
She is stupid and so silly and like a clown performs
She wears skimpy clothes at her age and all
Under silky white pants a blue G-String
She walks around with her bush hairs showing
The guys see this and throw up their food
A woman old as she in a G-string
Has she got no mirror to see herself
The hideous stuff she decks on
Makes a man run and hide in a pit
A husband she has, is the bugger blind
For can't he tell her some respect to have
The Director Human Resources
Is big huge man, but what' is the use
of that great frame he has
He's got an elephant's body and a rabbit brain
He kind of a nice chappy but that's not what we want
We need a caring man someone who understands
Someone who will speak on behalf of us
Someone who stands and supports all the staff
Our troubles and concerns no one gives a damn
Thank god he's going. We do not need a jackass
There are many other sthough
That are favoured and honoured
By the General Manager
These are the type that licks up his ass
These are the type his servants they are
So theyare well looked after in luxury and all
His Secretary the fat short lump
An empty skull is all she has.
Goes to the Gym but eats like a cow
To paint her face is her best attribute
Then a young lad he keeps
to do all his shit
God only knows what is going on there
He is kept is luxury and drives his Car
The BMW is driven by the host.
Another sleazy little snake the way he behaves
Listens to your words and then sneaks it out
To his ugly God Father – The General Manager
We have also got the Executive Chef
Another old potato the kitchen baldy
He is a piece of shit the cunning old worm
He cannot see a skirt, puts his hands underneath
He had a fine girl who was working for him
She ran out the door when up her skirt he pried
Such nasty games go unheeded, go unnoticed
As the General Manager is a great pal of his.
Does anyone out there
Need a circus team
We can send you the best acrobats,
We can send to the very funny clowns
We send you a bunch of lunatics
We can seal them and ship them
We can send you this team - the One & Only.
Poetry by Audrey Barber
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Written on 2006-10-29 at 20:52
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A Management Team
By: Audrey BarberOh those silly buggers
What to do they think they do
Who do they think they are
What a crazy bunch of lunatics
Running a hotel show
The General Manager
The ageing old buffer
Who thinks himself as God
He wants us all to bend and bow
To his every beck and call
He cannot deliver the promises he makes
Many big whoppers he knows to tell
This silly short creature
Is a one man show
A bunch of executives he has hired
To do his dirty work they all stand inline
To every word he says they bend and salute
To them he is king to them he is god
What can they do their heads he will take
If his word is defiled
If they do not obey his big command
No power they have of their own
No decisions they take without his consult
What a pack of losers adult men they are
Who cannot stand their own ground cannot speak their mind
They squirm and they jitter when they see the old man walk
Their balls he has placed
In cupboard behind him
What a pathetic sight this place has turned to be
It is just like a zoo, crazed animals running around
Like mental patients some behave
The women are putrid they do not know how to dress
They are vulgar and sluttish and suck on every man
To get what they want, To climb up the ladder
The Personnel Manager
Is another ageing old witch
Dresses like a teenager and a comic picture makes
No one likes her they run when they see her
She is stupid and so silly and like a clown performs
She wears skimpy clothes at her age and all
Under silky white pants a blue G-String
She walks around with her bush hairs showing
The guys see this and throw up their food
A woman old as she in a G-string
Has she got no mirror to see herself
The hideous stuff she decks on
Makes a man run and hide in a pit
A husband she has, is the bugger blind
For can't he tell her some respect to have
The Director Human Resources
Is big huge man, but what' is the use
of that great frame he has
He's got an elephant's body and a rabbit brain
He kind of a nice chappy but that's not what we want
We need a caring man someone who understands
Someone who will speak on behalf of us
Someone who stands and supports all the staff
Our troubles and concerns no one gives a damn
Thank god he's going. We do not need a jackass
There are many other sthough
That are favoured and honoured
By the General Manager
These are the type that licks up his ass
These are the type his servants they are
So theyare well looked after in luxury and all
His Secretary the fat short lump
An empty skull is all she has.
Goes to the Gym but eats like a cow
To paint her face is her best attribute
Then a young lad he keeps
to do all his shit
God only knows what is going on there
He is kept is luxury and drives his Car
The BMW is driven by the host.
Another sleazy little snake the way he behaves
Listens to your words and then sneaks it out
To his ugly God Father – The General Manager
We have also got the Executive Chef
Another old potato the kitchen baldy
He is a piece of shit the cunning old worm
He cannot see a skirt, puts his hands underneath
He had a fine girl who was working for him
She ran out the door when up her skirt he pried
Such nasty games go unheeded, go unnoticed
As the General Manager is a great pal of his.
Does anyone out there
Need a circus team
We can send you the best acrobats,
We can send to the very funny clowns
We send you a bunch of lunatics
We can seal them and ship them
We can send you this team - the One & Only.
Poetry by Audrey Barber
Read 825 times
Written on 2006-10-29 at 20:52
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