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Bollocking Boss

My boss always stands far too close when he lays into me
his fetid breath strangling the very back of my nostrils.
Apparently I don't care about his beloved company
the same company which struck him down with diabetes.
Multiple hairs sprout from the bridge of his greasy nose
broken capillaries run the length of it like a roadmap to cardiac arrest
I don't know whether it's worse to stare at that or into his eyes
but I only stare into a cunt before I fuck it
so I stick with his nose.
He's right though
I don't care about his beloved company
it drives my soul into the ground
turns my world a disturbing shade of grey
but the money's good
and I'm a greedy materialistic bastard
so I have to spin him some bullshit
making it as half hearted as I can
to try and win back some respect from my conscience
he knows I'm bullshitting him
he sneers
but knows he's won.
Written by bennyroberts
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