Her nose stuck up so high,
It almost scraped the ceiling!
This Pinnochio-esque honker full of snot,
I knew what this bitch was feeling.
A sense of Absolute authority and power!
I should respect her as one of my "betters,"
For the put downs this peon receives often,
As to this position I am held in fetters.
To this expletive-job I have grown to hate,
Sick of cow-towing to this queen,
For this dump that I work in now,
Is a poor excuse from what I've seen!
This frozen hunk of shit-on-a -stick
Assaults me with unwarranted, biting words,
They fall like pieces of cat litter
Into my box of unsyncopated turds!
As soon as I find another job,
I'll be out the door in two weeks,
Never again will I have to kiss the ass
Of one who with venom speaks.
Author notes
I loathe my job and my boss
A contest entry
- The Seven Deadly Sins of Torture by Xakward--silenceX.
700 points, ended January 3, 2007, 8 entries
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Comments
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Good job with your vocabulary, I actually had to pull out my online dictionary for 'fetters' but it was well used. Your description was pretty good, but I think you went a little more overboard with the swearing than you needed to. Good job on showing your emotions, I could almost feel the spite going through me and the humour was a nice touch. I liked your ending line and it managed to make the poem seem utterly complete and ended the flow abruptly. Good job with this, I wish you well in my contest. Best of luck.
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Haha, this sounds a little bit like me.. I always prided myself on being a snob.. Lol, not because I feel superior, but because it's my instict to protect myself. lol, so odd, I know.
Good luck in the contest,
-shirley-
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