The Slacker

Hear him daily moan and whine,

Saying “I’m sorry!” all the time.

Points his finger and won’t own it,

Everyone else is the culprit.

 

Leaves the copier with no paper.

Someone else has to fill.

Out to lunch he goes with us,

Doesn’t chip in for the bill.

 

That’s not me, my fault, he says.

Something else was the cause.

Place no coal in MY stocking,

Mr. Boss Santa Clause!

 

His mistakes the only issue.

No sympathy you see,

No big box of tissues,

He will ever get from me.

 

The last cup of coffee.

From the coffee pot.

Smell the burner burning,

Cause he didn’t shut it off.

 

He’s just a lame slacker.

No chance to improve.

His butt out the front door.

All of us approve.

 

The unemployment line.

The Boss should really send.

Or else for us hard workers,

A “NO BONUS” year end.