He had to behave as if
He was in fours, all the time,
Saying Yes Boss, Yes Boss
To various heads
Of various departments,
To get their good opinion
And their approval
In a company of loose order,
Giving wine and goods
Of the choice of the bosses,
Pleasing them with praises,
But they behaving like
Heads of states, Making him
Do all sorts of jobs
From mornig to evening,
Giving his appraisals
Poorer rating, to keep
their stoing hold on him,
Making him toil all the while
The Yes bosses getting
A sack, when the management
Changed and the new board
Noticed the misdeeds
And mismanagement
Throwing them to the streets,
Ending up with odd jobs.
Ravikiran Arakkal
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