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Petty Tyrant
It seems that I'm running late
One fragment at a time
It seems I can't recall the date
Or maintain reason or rhyme
I cringe, crying to the boss
About my blanks left in time cards
But it seems she doesn't give a toss
And leaves my name in shards
I submit to her desires
Her craving for my face
Roasted on slow-burning fires
To be consumed without a trace
It seems that I can't satisfy
The whims of a petty tyrant
It seems that she would rather fry
A man who, in turn, grows violent.
One fragment at a time
It seems I can't recall the date
Or maintain reason or rhyme
I cringe, crying to the boss
About my blanks left in time cards
But it seems she doesn't give a toss
And leaves my name in shards
I submit to her desires
Her craving for my face
Roasted on slow-burning fires
To be consumed without a trace
It seems that I can't satisfy
The whims of a petty tyrant
It seems that she would rather fry
A man who, in turn, grows violent.
Published 20th Oct 2018
Author's Note
Based on a nightmare I had last night about past employment.
All writing remains the property of the author. Don't use it for any purpose without their permission.
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20th Oct 2018 8:23pm
"It seems that I'm running late
One fragment at a time"
... these are great opening lines.
Being an employee these days often means kissing good-bye to normal human rights (those that are left) and having to submit oneself to some tyrannical organisational regime. And now that corporations have taken over politics & society, that organisational mentality is spreading everywhere; the horizontal night mare become the vertical nightmare. Scary indeed.
After that 'high note' - great poem. :))
One fragment at a time"
... these are great opening lines.
Being an employee these days often means kissing good-bye to normal human rights (those that are left) and having to submit oneself to some tyrannical organisational regime. And now that corporations have taken over politics & society, that organisational mentality is spreading everywhere; the horizontal night mare become the vertical nightmare. Scary indeed.
After that 'high note' - great poem. :))
20th Oct 2018 8:28pm
The woman in question is (or was) one of the instruments of just such an organization (Bank of America). She was one to crack their whip, get their minions to toe the line. Thank you for the kind and thoughtful comment, Josh.
20th Oct 2018 8:26pm
Very true, JusTim. I'm usually not one to bear grudges, but I make an exception for a woman best left unknown. I can only act on those dream impulses. just wish I could forget her. Thank you!
20th Oct 2018 8:35pm
20th Oct 2018 8:37pm
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21st Oct 2018 3:05am
Hey Crow.......so many thoughts after reading such spectacular lines......interesting ink.......a mix of emotions.......purple luv & hugs xo :)
21st Oct 2018 11:17pm
Glad to stir your emotions, Flower. I hope your better ones come to the surface. Thank you!
21st Oct 2018 8:30am
Great write crowfly. Too many little 'Hitlers' in the world. The most prized skill of the successful - the unerring ability to delegate any real work to anyone other than themselves.
21st Oct 2018 11:20pm
You just described my former supervisor perfectly. I was one of those delegated while she sat back and watched. Thank you Rjm!
22nd Oct 2018 5:25pm
Bravo Sir Crow! I am glad that employment is past. Not fun to work for someone who doesn't give a damn about you as a human being. That usually means that they don't really give a damn about themselves as a human being.
23rd Oct 2018 11:01pm
You're right. A petty tyrant cracks the whip when she should be practicing self-flagellation. She takes it out on "underlings" as a measure of her own fragile self image. I've been on the receiving end of that whip all too many time. Thank you Gahdess!
