Key to Success

I have this friend of mine.

Who loves to continually whine.

Comes to work each day,

Nothing but B.S. to say,

That was up until one time.


She did a half-ass job.

Lost track of stuff in a log.

Basic facts about clients,

No rocket ship science,

Then misplaced office keys on a fob.


These keys were no ordinary things.

Cause the fob was a gold-plated ring.

The Boss’s prize possession,

She needed a confession,

How’d she lose track of his bling.


From her face tears began to pour,

She sobbed more and more and more.

He didn’t want to hear it,

And, called her a nit wit,

A prostitute and a dumb whore.


Taken to the hospital on a gurney,

She then got a hold of an attorney.

She took the Boss to court,

Large settlement from her tort,

Sent the Boss away on a long journey.


So, today take a look at her face,

Fine clothes, well-mannered with grace.

The tables are now turned,

I was shocked when I learned,

WTF! She now owns this workplace!


So, I guess the key to her success,

Nothing to do with how she dressed.

Even though a lazy slob,

In her hand, the key fob,

Money and property, she now is blessed.

  • Author: WriteBeLight (Offline Offline)
  • Published: October 13th, 2016 07:39
  • Category: Short story
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  • Augustus

    Amazing what an attorney can do for you these days. Huh, heh.
    Bling is a new word for me. Thanks.

  • WriteBeLight

    Yes, bling. I agree. I am sure attorneys have no problem with that word 😎

  • Luis_Armamdo

    We all know of someone who took the short way to success. But there something to be proud of when you actually earn it.

    • WriteBeLight

      I could not agree more!

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