A Boss, Who’d Kill - Poem by Noorie Ali
A boss who’d kill with…
Hike the mounting troubles
Descend between fire and ice
Fall, land within something so frothy nice
Make him shuffle
his scull so ruffle, his
Emotions Lost in woodland
Make a smile last for a short while
One a lone man’s lips
Let him feel with vibrant style
A partying isle of versatile humour
Ruled by a ruler so long.
He would glow without shine
A gentleman so kind
With total worry in his fragile mind
The boss, like all bosses
With a strict, designed cross head
The vile haunted boss would not let the frail out of his sight
For he was fearful of, What if he might?
What if he might…?
Tell up a story so full of sick lies
How, the cruel boss tampered with his then clear mind
Lies after lies.
A be trailed trust
Of a intelligent versifier, who wrote, a short note
A sorry spoke from a mouth with no tongue
Till finally he did not but hung!
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