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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

Copyright © | Year Posted 2012




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Date: 11/6/2012 10:37:00 AM
An excellent write that I enjoyed reading today Peter. I hope to have more time in the future to read more. Love, Carol
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