The Bad Boss Poem by Ragy Sandid

Fire and Brimstone, time for doom
That solitary person that walks into the room
A promise that promises more promises
And more hits that misses

A keeper of the rules who knows the favs
If him or her, they make sure they control the babes
Then the best of all gets served a backhand
That feels like cotton ball in a ball of fur stuck in a gland

Time for new decisions, time DUI, dying under influence
Time to pack some victims, with vice wearing virtue's disguise
The puppy eyes, and soft tones follow, and the violin
The good boss tells that sorry about the out, the desire was in

Master chef of tough decision no one will cook
Such tough decision took no more effort than look
And comes back to the pack with those dry eyes
"I thought I was saving the Titanic. I had no idea it could capsize"

Picture the future when the bad boss boasts the loot
The followers that followed willingly to that heavy foot
Oblivious, the bad boss studies the options of the end
Remembers faces that smiled at him but none of them is a friend