You are a pretentious, phoney faker,
Who appears to have everything.
But, I know of one sweet, perfect tool,
From your collection that’s missing.
A way you can be all, fast and efficient,
Being hurtful, abusive, maleficent.
You love to stereotype, without validity.
Trying to sway people to see what you see.
You’re an unfair, name caller, that’s your kind.
Speaks volumes to all of your frame of mind.
So, I’ll ask Santa, the best gift for a faker.
For you, handheld, portable, label maker.
You’ll like it, because it looks like a gun.
Shoot your assumptions like bullets, so fun.
Just one thing from you in return,
As people will find quickly and learn.
That to their desks, you’ll be stopping by.
When you label them, you’re to look them in the eye.
No more your put downs, and words like those.
Be prepared to get punched in the nose.
Be sure that sticky tape doesn’t run out.
Save some labels, for them to pass out.
Attach to you, is where they’ll stick.
Labels like pot-stirring, stupid, a-hole, d**k.
So the lines above are full of names.
Am I as guilty as you at your game?
I beg to differ with you of course,
You’re the labeler who started it first.
- Author: WriteBeLight ( Offline)
- Published: December 7th, 2016 07:03
- Comment from author about the poem: Working in an office for many years has provided much material about personalities. Apologies for the vulgar word.
- Category: Unclassified
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Comments2
You are so talented! This is a really great poem. I think all of us have had to work with a name caller before and this was really well put.--Christina
Thank you so much Christina for the very kind words. I know that this kind of personality is far to familiar. It is hard sometimes to ignore someone who labels others. They are of the mind set that if they say it, then it is reality. This can be very damaging in an office situation. Had to put the harsh words in to put across my frustration. I appreciate your comment!
Awesome Awesome Awesome write
Thanks so very much Tony! I really appreciate your comment!
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