Strictly Satire #4 Poem by Kewayne Wadley

Good company deserves another.
What could be better than two stewards over the same area.
To easily stop confrontation at the very stem before it gets deeply rooted.
But where does this root stem.
An unapologetic passion that ceases to decease.
A dog whose bark is much worse than it's bite.
Whatever can be done to get your way I suppose. The complete and utter
Change of company policies to fulfill your greed.
The sound of her voice is like nails to a chalk board without cease.
The loud clicking of designer nails followed by a high pitched voice.
Do this do that, do this again. No not like that.
As stated, there really isn't good top to bottom communication here.
Short in stature. She still looks down upon those she feels she can manipulate.
The union needs a new state of address under her dictatorship.
This dominate reign of her and her alone.
Upper management caters to her every whelm. Not realizing the problems she's
created now that she's retired.
What good is an union if they work for the company they are suppose to be
Unionizing