Difficult Bosses

Is there anything more grating

Than a boss’ hesitating

As you ask for what you’re owed and they just groan?

They make you feel the villain

To have made the proposition

Just to take a break: “It’s busy now, you know?”

But then there are the bosses

Who will tally up your losses

Never saying that your work has gone astray.

Then one day they explode

And then they’ll leave you to decode.

What the fuck you’re meant to do? They never say.

And don’t forget the tyrants

Sitting, open plan, in silence

Wearing stress and old resentments on their sleeve.

They’ll never say a word

And then insist that you deserve

Their shitty reference for you when you try to leave.

A nice boss can be hard

When they’ve a reckless disregard

For the tasks that they were given charge to do.

And somehow, though THEY fuck it,

It is you who’s told to suck it,

Always making up the shortfall that’s their due.

And a brief word we should say

For the boss’s boss today

Who might be capable but they’re a fuckwit too.

For they know your one’s an ass

And yet allow it all to pass,

Because the shit they drop will all be cleaned by you.