Friday, April 12, 2013

Why Are You My Boss?

From : And now, the prompt.  In particular, today I challenge you to “write a poem consisting entirely of things you’d like to say, but never would, to a parent, lover, sibling, child, teacher, roommate, best friend, mayor, president, corporate CEO, etc.”

Why Are You My Boss?
You make no conscious effort 
to watch what you eat, to support employees.
You have a pig-head, fat and ugly, w/ a blond wig.

Your instructions are contradictory.
Contradictions are okay if
you discover something better along the way,
and you notify the team of the change.
In your case, you don't appreciate your job
and your apathy runs downhill.
I am flooded w/ 
your mindless bullshit.
Is it 10 chairs, or 20?

What a gross calamity
of a human being!
Punctuation allows me
limited exclamation--
but you suck!!!

It is free speech.
Unruly, albeit.
Vigorous and virile (I hope).
I want to burn the status-quo
like a tapestry in flames!

My boss is just a corporate ho
for a fatter pig-boss to ream!
Have you seen the lack of Soul
in the world today?

Malnourished are we
by the values of our own creation.
When money becomes your god,
material is your elation.

Is a Lexus worth
giving-up an
honest heart, an aware Mind?

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