Some become a boss
And it is an achieved loss,
Their misconducts much gross,
No more touching of Christ’s Cross!
Some become a boss
And it hits their moss:
Travelers by mysterious force,
Often wanting to run a course.
Yes, some emerge a boss
And they’re an incarnated horse
To all of us
A-To-Catch bus.
I once was a boss,
And began to my head toss,
As though listening...
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