Rare and precious is the one born to lead
Mediocre bosses, over their heads
Are as common as memos we don’t read
The sleep we lose softly feathers their beds
The fool who wants to parent grown adults
The one who cares what costs but not who earns
The glutton for your promising results
Who cannot stomach your private concerns
The one who, knowing something, knows it all
Who laughs at your expense when days betray
To denigrate small triumphs, they’ve the gall
About small problems, they have much to say
A boss should by the laborers be made
Insincere smiles are very quick to fade
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D. J. Reddall
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Enjoyed it in a different way.
This was so relatable! I think the power gets ro their heads and they behave like heartless monsters to employees. Loved your poem
I would say we've all worked for some of these characters at one time or another. I know I have.
“The glutton for your promising results Who cannot stomach your private concerns” Hits WAY hard. So many bosses leave their humanity at the door for the sake of money and the imminent need to micro manage. Poignant poem here!!