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.
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Author:
WriteBeLight (
Offline) - Published: October 13th, 2016 07:39
- Category: Short story
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Comments3
Amazing what an attorney can do for you these days. Huh, heh.
Bling is a new word for me. Thanks.
Yes, bling. I agree. I am sure attorneys have no problem with that word 😎
We all know of someone who took the short way to success. But there something to be proud of when you actually earn it.
I could not agree more!
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