Bad Bosses

Bad bosses wear the same clothes every day Some of them are called Bob or Bill or Kathy They smell funny and cry for mommy Never shake hands with them You don’t know where their thumbs have been Bad bosses hate employees who want wages They kick their dogs and friends Legends in their minds; they beat their wives My boss is six feet tall All of it is ***** Bosses look me up and down Waiting for me to turn around They want me to bend over and crack a smile There must be a factory somewhere out there That manufactures these freaks of nature Vaseline does not come with the pay check When they are done with me I don’t even get a kiss or cigarette