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Friday, January 02, 2009

'Twas the day after New Year

'Twas the day after New Year, and cubicles swept,
With sounds of deep wheezing and snores as they slept.

The trashcans were placed by the queasy with care,
In fears that their hangovers soon cause despair.

The workers who nestled in cubicle lands,
Dreamt visions of holidays spent in the sand.

The boss in suspenders and new reindeer tie,
Had set up more meetings to make people cry.

When down from the lobby there came a loud sound,
I leapt from my desk and tripped with a frown,

Over mountains of desk toys and crumbs of stale cake,
Fell head over heels to the floor with a quake.

I ran to the window to seek out the fuss,
Pulled up the Venetians with just a quick thrust.

The sirens and lights filled my eyes and my ears,
Causing shock and surprise to all of my peers.

When what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But guards and policemen in full riot gear.

I looked out behind me, and what should I see,
The boss looking shaken and gripping his knees.

More evil than demons his plans had been made,
To downsize departments, send workers away

"Now, Oldster! Now, Intern! Now, Useless and Drippy,
On, Techie! On, HR! On Service and Shipping!

To the carpark! Security will escort you there,
Now get out, begone, bugger off, hit the stairs!"

As the workers cleared out their desks, full of woe,
The guards came behind them to give them a blow.

So down to the lobby the guards and the fired,
And the silent coworkers who hadn't expired.

Looking back at the boss, in his shiny suspenders,
We knew he'd had kickbacks from most of his vendors.

A bitter thought swept through all of the masses,
Just about how all the high-ups were asses.

Decisions were reached in the blink of an eye,
Revenge it is sweet, and the time it was nigh,

To take on that backstabbing snake in the grass
Hold him responsible, not let him pass.

Together we coworkers cheered with delight,
Took our boss to the rooftop, not without fight.

Then, in a twinkling, threw him over the side,
We heard the loud thump as he hit, as he died.

And laying a finger inside of his nose,
The prodigy groomed by the boss calmly rose,

To take the position of boss, with a smile,
At all the coworkers, his heart filled with bile.

But I heard them exclaim, ere he ran down the stairs,
"Brake lines can be sliced, he'd better beware."



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