Strictly Satire #5 Poem by Kewayne Wadley

Personally, I don't have a problem with you.
I admit I respect you.
But in the same token, your ways are kind of childish.
At times your like a child whose blocks have been knocked over.
Other times your an self anointed preacher,
With the exception of practicing what you believe.
Granted, you do work. But the smallest things you push on someone else.
There are other ways of coping with the struggle of tedious work.
I don't mind the refresher but at times it's overbearing.
So preach if you must, as again you are the crewleader.