Boss Poem by Wiley Wildcard

The strictness of one man when he has power
It can't be measured and it will not stretch.
He command our air as wind every hour,
And we must listen like a dog to fetch.

I must ask from my heart is this freedom,
Or only something more than slave?
Tell me why build his kingdom,
As we dig merely to make a grave.

We built this man can we not bring him down?
Sadly no for we cannot make a sound.
We built this kingdom now where is our town?
There is no town we will die in this ground.