I call her Goody W, she disguises it well,
tears my ambition, drains my dreams, forces me
into the skin of failure she can’t disguise.
Her voice is a nail scritch-scratching, the flattened
vowels harsh and demanding
can only repeat whatever I say.
Once she made me welcome – gin and jokes
on Friday nights but now it’s
jealousy and the pitying looks she passes my way.
Control is all, but
to trail in her wake is death.
Author notes
For those who know the madness of a bad boss
A contest entry
- points or gold? (aka riches or status) by RyanosaurusWrecks.
1800 points, ended May 12, 2008, 14 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Nice write. Congrats on the well deserved honorable mention. I'm sure that many can relate to this one
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very well written. friendship can realy turn around 360 degrees in the blink of an eye. i enjoyed this piece.
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Thankfully I've never had to deal with a boss like the one you've described. I've been through perverts and straight up...well...let's just say that one was a dragon wearing a human suit. Great write and congrats on the honorable mention. Cheers!
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Oh yes, some bosses can be a real trial! You have captured your hatred of her very well.
best wishes,
Myron. -
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Thanks for sharing -
good write
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I know well the madness of a bad boss..lol
you have described this theme quite well, thank you for the fresh write
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An interesting write!
Best wishes in the contest...
Write on...
*PEACE*
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