I Hate Working For A Woman Boss


For men are more relaxing, and calm;

And calm are the roses in a thorough garden

For this rose right here is happy--

For women think they have something to prove

Judgmental are the tulips that rise,

And rotten roses never die

Until they are proven to be wicked--

For women are wicked, but not all of them

For love is a binding tide between the masses

And the seas are risking everything

And I am doomed between a woman and her mood swings

Yet I am a woman myself

And I am bound;

Oh angels, sweet angels

Who shall take my biding wings?

For I am doomed, and I am a woman

Women bosses are a nightmare

I shall sustain the glance.

Who does this workplace suicide affect?

The woman boss or me?

I shall throw my roses in my face

And humiliate myself some more;

Hear ye, hear ye, I am bound to the chickens

Screaming in the yard--

Kiss me, kiss me, for I am woman

Do you want to see me cry?

Behold, I hate working for a woman boss

For the blood is dreading sand

I cannot stand this screaming sound

For my heart will never pound again...

Oh woman boss, why do you hate me?

Would you push me off a cliff?

If I throw my roses in my face,

Would you take one for the grave?

For I hate working for a woman boss

For she is a grumpy scene--

For no one likes her anyway

Behold the silence that screams.   

  • Author: Soul Baby (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: April 21st, 2024 22:04
  • Category: Sad
  • Views: 8
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