Dear Mr. Boss Man Poem by Alexia Palacios
Dear Mr. Boss Man
Your grouping makes me sick
You just make things go amiss
Trying to make everyone the same
Telling us we are the ones to blame
For our individual self being lame
Giving us nothing but shame
We fuss and fight
Trying to make things right
While you just sit there
On your crucifix
You Aeson
Are you even a person
With your evil persona
You sacrilegious
Imitative being
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