My boss walks in the office with a picthfork in his hand and holding his pointy long red tail in the other hand.
The road to success
is leaking to much stress
giants on stilts we have to impress
The tick-tock of the clock
must finish the test
Enormous stacks of work
80% labor and 20% rest
Federal, State and Medicare
deductions, a salary becomes meaningless
The mighty chief pounds his chest,
the ruler of the jungle, watching
him/her swing from limb to limb, priceless
Spurting out necessary words of 
defense could make me jobless
Oh what the heck, shut-up you
loud mouth, overbearing piece of crap
and stop blowing you hot air on my back
wow, peace, release worth it.
no vacation, no health package,
oh the hell with this, I quit.
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