The Boss is a Lie (Hour 3)

Clean suit on straight lovely pants

Screaming tie, transforming into a noose

An Italian leather briefcase ejects a suffocating Mac laptop

Spreadsheets pop out multiple eight-digit figures

A lean workforce trembles, a fat board expects

All sat, listening to slides brimming with lies

 

In the crowded work room, the boss has been alone all the while

 

Profit is squatting nearby, seeking a new abode

The workforce is dying, beaten ill by the boss’ ire

The boss’ SUV outside exudes pity, unable to help

The board has slept with juicy tales all year long

All sat, waiting for the pregnant magic of transformation

But the spreadsheet figures are not adding up, they won’t

The board is spitting eight-digit curses upon the payroll

Profit is standing afar, winking at new spinsters

 

In the crowded work room, the boss has been alone all the while

 

The meeting disperses like the aftermath of war

The bourgeois boss sheds tears under the corporate almond tree

The pillars will collapse like a weak house in the woods

It’s time to redeem the lies, to roll up the sleeves

But the beaten workforce will care no more

And the boss feels the biting hollowness of the pyramid top

 

In the crowded work room, the boss has been alone all the while

 

 

 

 

 

2 thoughts on “The Boss is a Lie (Hour 3)

  1. This is remarkable. Your repetition of the single line ‘In the crowded work room, the boss has been alone all the while’ grows in resonance as the lies of empty (manipulated?) success spill out. The way in which you bring a sense of glowering humanity to the malignant ‘profit’ and the SUV which seems to express pity only seeks to heighten the fall from grace. This boss – this board – these workers – all unnamed – fill these lines with their characters and their failure. Stunning.

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