My Boss - Part 2

God! My ears are grander and eager They eat a lot; infested with words And I heard it all! Crystal clear From masters of rumors, spot-on! Bulls eye roomers My new Boss is slow, slow down, and look He wants you by froth or crook You toil he soils; he, a spoiled vote You strain, he claims; that way, he gains He is strange, the new man He works from a distance Never there till there’s fire, when He Comes to fire – Who lit the fire? The workers have mastered his greetings Happy new years – those are many The workers bow, hug and pray Peace be with you, in case you go It is okay, it is well, it is fine, they hiss With swooning souls They know him well Quick to hire, quicker to fire His pay is dear, his fire – dire He wants a worker A worker who never swells If he eats the venom, the Boss shall spill But he is fine with words for now God help me, I grapple (Facing heaven – the right hand side – seeking the light) Should I or Should I not Leave this tenfold share, he wants to pay