Oh boy, here I am, I am the boss,
Don’t ever try, my way to cross.
This is a camera and not an eye,
You have to follow my orders and don’t ever ask why.
I am the one, who can divide zero with negative,
You might be given once in 5 years a small incentive.
Don’t ever expect a leave for sad demise or function preparation,
Because it is directly proportional to the sudden new project that needs
attention.
You cannot be my favorite unless you are my pet poodle in the office,
“I’M ALWAYS RIGHT” is the only rule in this premise.
You can’t be classified as a human so don’t dare to fall ill,
Work load you will get is directly proportional to my mood and my will.
You have to be on time and don’t ask me when to leave,
As your timings are not the same as mine, and that you should believe.
I’ll be considerate and spare you on Saturdays and Sundays,
But do not expect mercy on rest five days.
Remember, I’ll always take credit for your work,
Miss a single comma, full stop or an apostrophe and you will have to rework.
You must find your pride in fault findings and public humiliation,
Dare you fight with me and on grounds of “INCOMPETENCE” you get
your letter of termination.
So the rules are clear and welcome to my world where I am the boss,
And let me remind you, never try my way to cross.
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Lucy, by Wendy K. Gloss
Out of the blue, by pure chance,
Could it be you have lit this flame?
I feel the warmth,
I’m pretty sure it’s there.
We haven’t met, but your mind
Has filled me with a strange feeling,
One I haven’t felt in a long time,
Yet we are so far apart.
This heart has now been cleared
Of the cobwebs that once covered
It from the living, you were the explorer
Who was able to find it.
By the hand of fate, our cards
Have been layed on the table,
Now it’s up to us to decide
How we play them.
You have given me life again,
But I can’t help but feel sad,
For the small chance that
We may never meet in the end.
13-04-2005
Copyright: Wendy K. Gloss
Sing Your Own Song, by Svateerth
Birds
don’t write
poetry
they prefer
to sing
their own
song!
