He has an approach,
Of which I abhor.
Does as little as possible,
And, nothing more.
Disagrees that one,
Should show desire,
Be goal orientated,
Set the bar higher.
He insists,
The more you do,
The boss will want,
More of you.
I say, isn’t that,
How we grow?
In life and work,
Initiative show?
For him, he has,
Been at his station,
Some 30 years,
Of aggravation.
Always doing,
The same old thing.
Never any different,
Not challenging.
But, all that stress,
Sparked surgery.
Slight heart attack,
Permanent injury.
After a while,
He came back to work.
With no change in attitude,
Same old jerk.
I think that he,
Should have quit.
If your job’s so bad,
Be done with it.
He said he’s not,
Going anywhere.
His work days are done,
When he dies in his chair.
For me, the more,
I do, I’ll learn.
A happy, healthy life,
Is what I’ll earn.
And, I will retire,
Won’t die at my desk.
Out enjoying life,
Doing my best.