Su Ben Poet I do not know?

A Skit No Harm

After a few seconds of disturbing silence had passed
yet no one agreed upon the presented agenda,
one of the shortest tempered participants
kicked the chair, stood up, pounded the table and yelled

“let’s adjourn the meeting; I’m tired of it,
we have no reason to sit together”

and he was the least important person
among the group.

When he opened the door to step out the room
there was a shout behind him

“you are fired, SOB”

probably it was a CEO or the owner of the company.

The short tempered one turned back his face 
and stuck a finger out and shouted

“stick it up your ***,” then shut the door,	

everyone remaining in the room 
looked at one another, and laughed.

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