At The Annual Company Barbecue Poem by Raj Dronamraju

He wore an apron which bore the words "kiss the cook"
Did unfeeling Deborah Lee make the chairs and tables keep mum?
Ordering him around as if he was a servant
Second guessing every move, critiquing his every action

No need to get excited about people you see every day
Let Deborah Lee greet them with reserve and disdain
Thin lipped smile revealing polecat teeth - Narrow and sharp

Hustle to make forced small talk with management sociopaths
Chase dust trails of failure armed with the transport of present day obsequiousness
Suck-ups prowl the fetid long sleeve types outdoors and unreal

I want to make your life difficult
I want to throw Deborah Lee into the ocean, weighing her body down with rocks
I want to shoot out the windows and dynamite the doors

But for now I'll just nurse a beer
Fake a grin and leer at the office strumpet
Turn over the hamburgers and hot dogs on the barbecue
Privately, enact a terrible price for indoor cruelty