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My Boss - Part 1

I’m not sure I understand my boss He does it all and credits me He makes the plan, and says I did He works the plan, and states it’s me Writes the report, and crowns it mine My mysterious Boss! He called me today And washed me with praise Shocked, my boss seeks to know How did you, modest, manage The tusks of this beast alone? With husky confidence He shoots my pay and says Measure for measure, my valet! There’s more to come. My Boss will burn it all The mid night wick and moil on end First in, Last out. The office smells his balm His cologne is everywhere He sweats on the printer, the copier, and the phone His ink flows, his paper is busy The keyboard is worn, the letters have gone He knows them by heart ASDFGH and the index at J, he types His seat sags and his elbow is coarse The backrest is new, he never rested His fingerprints are faded Filing, citing, binding, signing, sending, recalling, working Reading, doing, redoing, searching, researching, working Calling, waiting, reminding, mending, thinking, working Reviewing, checking, approving, panting, working But he says I did, all he did Great works, look and marvel! Now Boss They want me! Ready to bleed money And charm me, they are down, bended knee Abroad, the internationals are hinting Aboard, the nationals are bidding And Bored, the locals are winking They want me! The postman is dizzy My inbox congested and messengers grumbling The deeds have spoken And my boss is depressed Who shall do it, says he, all the work His hand is calm, my shoulder feels it Go my child, my boss, your meteor is bright And never will it set.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2012




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