Bad Bossman
I have seen
Insensitive men
That flourish
With power
Inside the office boardroom,
Manipulators.
Spilling blood
Of inspired culture
A place where
Slight of tongue
Turns the blade within the wound,
Hard men are cut down.
How is one
Suppose to respect
All this crap
When marooned
In the mist of tyranny?
And one-way highways.
Hone one’s mind
Within the wanton wit
Deliver
Pen and ink
The fatal blow of a rhyme,
Tag him in his prime.
© Harry J Horsman 2022
Copyright © Harry Horsman | Year Posted 2022
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