Ghosts of Bosses Past

Oh, I should really have told you this so long ago.
Do you know how much I hate working for such a big bozo?

You call us to meetings we can’t possibly attend.
I have always wanted to tell you to stick it up your rear end.
You have us work on projects with outdated deadlines.
You send us assistants with intelligence benign.

You come to our cubbies with notebook in hand,
Then stand over us like the director of the band,
Shouting out orders and rules we simply ignore.
If it weren’t for my piddly paycheck, I’d be fast out that door.

You have the corner office with the window and the view,
And sit in there every day like you’ve nothing to do!
Because you’ve dumped it all on us, by the truckload I might add.
What goes around comes around and that can’t be all bad!

In my next life I’ll come back and this office will me mine!
You will get to take out the trash, and with me that will be fine!
I will build an empire filled with respect and dignity.
You will be the lowly being thrust to eternity.

Oh, I should really have told you this so long ago.
Do you know how much I hate working for such a big bozo?