I hate my bad boss

I hate my bad boss

She even sits on me where my bad back is bruised and sore

controlling yelling proudly in my ears at me at others frightening scaring me I intensely want to run away and hide fast and far away

denying me lunchtime makes me work hard overtime kicks me when I don’t move uses and reuses my unpaid body she is using it to soothe her nonconscious death anxiety

there is no Department of HR to report to

temper tantrums demanding unfriendly micromanaging I hate her guts

I could run away but to where? I can see others from my small and cramped work space reused like me with no heard voices and listened to opinions about the miserable life our bad bosses make us miserably live out

we can’t go to each other for help we can’t even take notes

this transcribed poem is the best I can do

she and others with other bad bosses once a year even force us to publicly carry their smelly crotches on our hot and sweaty sore bodies for a Bad Boss Parade with no breaks water food humiliating

our ears eyes feet to endure on rigid cement noisy streets we’re all in pain

I have seen some lay down roll off their bad boss dying painfully die that’s the only way to end the fracturing micromanaging pride-filled

self-entitlement

confrontational demanding authority attacking unhelpful poor communicator lacks emotional maturity trains with no brain She Sucks!

©️December 2024 by Much Love, Deb Poems