My blinking buddy

I know this person that implies
He can only respond with his blinking eyes
I never know what he means
I think he might be on amphetamines

He blinks so fast that he creates a wind
I really think that his brain had thinned 
I really try to see his eyes
He blinks so fast look out he flys

Then he starts to move and twitch
For I think his brain has an itch
It seems that he forgets alot
To win the special Olympics: he has a shot

For he has his little tail hey Fred he calls
As he takes credit for all the installs
He always had it out for me
My friend Rick can even see

Some people thinks that he is the man
I think he keeps he head buried in the sand
He is my manager not by choice
He just blinks he has no voice

Today we tried a new pump
It did not work and now he is stump
He said it doesnt fucking work
I think sometimes he could be a Wal mart clerk

He runs around as a total loss
I can't believe he is my fucking boss
He thinks he knows it all
I think he is wrong his brain is too small

Too many people try to kiss his ass
He doesn't sign my check in which I cash
He can have his glory and fame
If it doesn't work we know who to blame

He changes his mind so many times
Like the tone of many wind chimes
Let's do this: no do that
Oh please give me a baseball bat

So I have a blinking buddy that's the worse
He tries to go forward, but always in reverse
He is only my boss Fred 
Oh how I would love to kick, punch, stab, shoot, and oh yeah behead!

No mentally challenged people were hurt during the
Making of this poem. I do not concur in poking fun at
Peoples handicaps; for we all have atleast one.