Don'T Be a Jerk
A planned response, came past the clerk,
this self-absorbed, fanatic jerk
He took the note and with a grin,
then tossed it in the garbage bin
But missed it by a margin wide,
his error was so hard to hide
For many near the windowed scene,
collected data in between
And in a post of letters bold,
the story of this jerk was told
He fumed, he steamed, he cussed, he spit,
as viewers all refused to quit
It trended now as some might say,
the numbers added up each day
He hid his face in total shame,
for yes, he knew he was to blame
But he was merely, just a clerk,
he never saw himself a jerk
Just someone working for the boss,
at 9 to 5 it was a loss
Though now his name was everywhere,
his autograph they asked to share
As if he were nobility
or least, a big celebrity
He got a raise that paid him more,
his name in gold upon the door
A fancy car, an office chair,
a stylist to come comb his hair
And though no longer, just a clerk,
he still was a fanatic jerk
He treated others just like crap,
took afternoons to take a nap
He yelled at all his underlings
when they forgot to bring him things
He’d put his feet up on the desk
and tell the girls they looked grotesque
His orders he would scream and bark
from early morn till after dark
The new clerk couldn’t take this guy
and knew somehow he had to try
While emptying the garbage bin
he found the note the jerk tossed in
He read with glee, this crumbled note
for it was one the boss had wrote
Into his office, he did barge
to show it to the man in charge
He slammed his fist, his face turned red
“Send him to me,” is what he said
The jerk he entered with a grin,
the boss then showed the note to him
The man then spoke, he didn’t shout
but quietly, he said “Get out”
The jerk was soon out on the street,
he barely had enough to eat
His car was gone, his office chair,
his clothes a mess as was his hair
The fans who once came round his place,
now couldn’t bear to see his face
He couldn’t find a job to work,
for all now new he was a jerk
He died alone, an empty man,
inside a rusted garbage can
So here you have an ending tale,
if you’re a jerk you’re bound to fail
Copyright © Chris Green | Year Posted 2021
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