Office Hell pt.1

Today I am sad
For this good night is over;
Today I am mad,
There wilts my four leafed clover;
Today I am taunted,
As nothing saves me when it’s wanted;
Today I am hated,
When the big hand swings
And I’m deprecated.

The boss,
He rings me,
The big man,
He rests his ass freely,
Grunting glumly down a wire,
‘Get down here slave or you’ll be fired,
There are plenty of dipsticks that can be hired’.

So I answer back,
‘Please sir I’m ill,
Cut me some slack,
I’m sure by tomorrow I’m bound to be back’.

But he’s having none of it,
My excuse is crushed and sullied,
‘Don’t procrastinate you ape,
You’ll be here today
And I’m not kidding,
If you’re not here by ten it’ll be your hide I’m skinning’.

Damn the boss man,
That obese gland on my brain that won’t relax;
It ends not with phone calls
As in comes a fax;
Followed by some texts and emails,
This stupefied slug is dishing out demands
And I’m inclined to bow at his feet,
Spit shine his shoes
And submit to the elite.

Perhaps I should have said,
‘No can do sir,
I’m sick and in bed,
The smallpox came back
And struck me for dead’,
Probably not a believable tale
But much better than
‘I’m not in,
Blame the ale’.

I’ll turn up today I suppose,
It’s not like there’s any other trade I know;
He’ll have me on his lap
And spank me as the keys are tapped,
‘S.O.S my life is crap!’

Off to the office where the tediousness attacks.