The Foreman
he's an ogre in the vicinity,
switching the weight of his obesity
from one plump, dimpled leg to the other,
his teeth wag a toothpick like a dagger
and sees to it that you deserve defeat,
his beady eyes say so with smug conceit;
he glimpses sideways, standing akimbo,
at reflections on the thick, glass window,
closely watching himself closely watching
everyone's every move, yes, everything,
even now...as we shovel back dark earth
into the hole in the ground of his birth !
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