If you are a good boss or have one then let me
now bid you adieu
Because you’ll find there’s no reason to keep
reading as this poem isn’t for you.
No this poem is about those bad bosses, the bosses
filled with anger and spite
You know the one I’m taking about-the ones you
kill in your dreams every night!
They’re the ones who manage the office, or the
ones who tend to the store.
They demand everything they can from you, then
immediately demand even more.
They’re happy with what you are doing as long as
they’re the ones looking good.
But they never say thank you, good job, or other
things you think that they should.
They usually make more money than you, while you
do all of the work.
You try to be kind and accepting, but it’s hard
to be kind to jerk.
So the next time your boss gives you grief…the
next time you may wish him dead
Here’s a little something to remember, something
to keep tucked in the back of your head
Yes when you think your boss is possibly the
worst boss you ever thought he could be.
Smile to yourself and remember, boss spelled
backwards is double S…O…B!
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