Yes, Boss

Please don't ask  me to mince my words
If you talk crap I'll call you all  turds.
I'll say how it is, I'll make no bones,
I'm not a believer of glossed over tones.

You've been hired to work, no doubt about it,
You'll work to the bone, and follow my writ.
I am your slave-driver and you are my slaves,
I am boss over here - make sure everyone behaves.

A wee bit late, you sheepishly state?
You'll work overtime, you'll work till its late.
I'll hear no excuse, for this you'll pay
There'll be no compensation at the end of the day.

If your work is   too sloppy, I'll immediately fire,
Be quick on your toes, for there are plenty I can hire.
And I hate tardiness, want results that are quick,
And forget about illness or calling in sick.

Yes there is a dress code and you'd do well to abide,
No Mohawks or dreadlocks, no shaggy burns on the side.
I hate jeans and T-shirts and don't roll up your sleeves,
If you are not very happy, I just don't care for your peeves.

If  any excuses you have, leave them out at the door,
You'll be relieved of your duties, made to pack up for sure.
If disgruntled you are , want to use the Union's might,
Remember  I am the Boss  and - THE BOSS IS ALWAYS RIGHT!

~18 Jun 2016~

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