This Boss Poem by Melanie Emikohe

This Boss



Passions controlled, bounded
while it's too far yet to finish.
Postpones a taste of heaven
to equip in dwelling there soon.

The Boss is frigid and boring,
He who constantly commands;
dismissing a slice for a loaf,
this robust half, my Discipline!

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