A FOND HARRAH

How hard it is to move away, To seek a greater find; Yet go I must, to be fulfilled, To expand my curious mind. Through tears, and stress, And late night work, We brought each other through; With mutual support and respect, Our business and professional minds grew. I leave you now, fond memories intact, You will never leave my heart; I’ll take with me the ties that bind, As comrades in work, practicing our art. Every work experience is a rung, To the ladder of success; As I leave you last, and depart the door, I salute you all – You are The Best. ©5/26/06

BOSS HELL

You circle and correct my letters, by saying they’re too strong; You criticize my tone of voice, by saying it’s all wrong. You demand to have your paperwork one hundred percent correct; And then when I request my pay, you always make me sweat. I call and leave you messages, I know you’ll never return; My pages go answered, because you aren’t concerned. You meet when you get ready, and leave pretty much the same; We’re trying to run a business, but to you it’s all a game. You pay the bills with impunity; the bulk goes in the trash; Although you say you pay bills on time, the small business bills usually get paid last. You make them chase their money, by making yourself scarce; But I notice you and those you favor, are never out of cash. You strip us of our dignity, so you can feel secure; You live to see us grovel, be submissive and demure. You keep us weak and sap our strength, so you can have it all; You used to be my hero, now you’re just a man without any balls. 9/7/98