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!
Just how much do you get paid?
You've really fucked up, buttercup!
I'm not a man you should have crossed!
You are a wanking waste of space!
If you had brains, I'd have them washed!
I can't begin to count the cost,
There's a twat-load hours of work you've lost-
-oh wait, I've found it in my case.
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