As i write my little poem for managment class,
I can't help thinking that my boss is an ass
He believes he's top notch with his big picture flair,
But all I can see is a fat frame and bad hair
According to him, he's wise beyond his years,
The boring tales he tells simply bring me to tears
My views of this place changed on one fateful day,
I no longer know how long I will stay
I used to wake up happy, loving my job,
Now I'm ranting and raving trying to complete this blog
One thing's for sure, I need a change of pace,
If you don't believe me now, take a look at my face
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Sounds like something a drunken poet would write with a can of beer in one hand and complaining about his boss at the same time, like Dylan Thomas with a bad boss.
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