A Conversation with the Boss at 5:26 on a Friday Afternoon
This poem was written for our October Pub Poetry group at The Barking Dog . The theme I followed for this month was 'amateur hour'. It was not an easy poem to write, I wanted to make sure the language in it was humorous, and not simply offensive (but, yes, it is offensive - sorry Mum, if you're reading this!) I hope you enjoy it, and - honestly - if you're offended by foul language, please do skip on and read something else instead! A Conversation with the Boss at 5:26 on a Friday Afternoon Are you shitting me? You absolute tool ! Do you think this is amateur hour? You've made me look a fucking fool! Shit a brick , you should be back in school- Stop snivelling! You think I'm being cruel? You're such a Pwecious Lickle Flower ! I can't believe the mess you've made; Fuck knows how I'll clean this up! Yes, you ought to be afraid; I'll have you fired! And fucking flayed!