I always obey all his orders,
And never try to transgress my borders.
But, he always treats me as toxic waste,
Probably, I think, that is his taste!
His attitude is so domineering,
When I stand before him, I lose all my bearing.
He feels, ‘he’ can ‘never’ make a mistake,
And, whatever he gives, I have to take.
He sits right in front of my nose,
And still, doesn’t know his foes.
He thinks he is too smart,
When I tell this to my colleagues, they fart.
He is my boss, and he gave me marching order,
I retorted, either he or his mind is in disorder!
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