A short poem about my favourite person in the office. |
Taking note of toilet breaks Timer holding still New rules emailed daily Bending to your will Nervous in your presence Eyes upon my back Watching me and waiting Planning your attack Ego growing daily With power that’s not yours You think it belongs to you Transferred behind closed doors Do you even stop to look At how your lies have grown All that others work for You’ve taken as your own Acting on authority You’ve taken and never earned Whispering your poison Never expecting to be heard Nastiness in corridors Secrets in the hall Lies and evil half truths You think will make you tall Dishonesty will return to you When you expect it least Stealing up in the night No secrets will it keep Career climbing nastiness Eventually will end I will watch you raise your hand And never find a friend When your time is over And the favour starts to wane All will know that you’re nothing And your job prospects the same The world will seem to pass you by Your protection too far gone I wonder if you will reflect On how it could all go wrong Will you know the evil ways And see the fault is you Or will you lie and blame someone Believing it is true You’ll probably try to fake it But no one likes a snitch One day you’ll come to face the fact You are the office bitch. |