Thee Boss.

Thee Boss.

Sitting on the eternal chair barking out insidious orders abound,

A sinister legend ,a myth to some of thee bending workers with backs all a toss'd,

crying because negotiated promises are constantly stepped on,

thee Boss regrets nothing as more work is thrown on thy arms as well,

never a break,except for thy backs and wills,driv'n to thy ground,

if thou can't keep'st up, then I will get another that doesn't (complain)or raise thee cost,

I'm thee Boss you listen to me,thoust better not show yet another yawn,

I'm thee Boss bow down to my wishes, or I will mak'st thou think'st thou is in hell,

I'm thee Boss I'm never wrong,one day soon wearing thee crown,

I'm thee Boss I could go on and on,stop looking at thee like thou is lost,

time is something you don't have, I have learn'd much from Genghis Khan,

for a new order just arrived,roll up thy sleves and answer thee bell,

it now looks like thy backs shall be working tonight,well after thee sun goes down,

until after thee morning sun shows 'alast!, how about that for being bossed?,

before I return from my golf outing,along with a quick little jaunt to eat a tripleta samwich in old San Juan,

after my brunch across thee Atlantic colbalt of shor's, all shall better be finish'd within this working cell,

or out you go,out into thy streets of this here town,

all of you, and thou shall know what it is like to sleep with thee weather'd frost,

that is the final word,with one quick snap all of thou will be gone,

after all I'm thee Boss the king of personnel,

laughing as I drop my trou,I'm thee Boss you all can kiss my most generous brown!

Steve.D.Hammond.

 

 

 

Done