I had a boss
When I worked,
A black-hearted syncophant
We'll call Bert.
There was no escaping
From this jerk,
Unless Daddy'd sheathed
Before his squirt.
He was the smiling villain,
With a glad-handshake,
And a slap on the back:
One never knew of his scurrilous attacks
On reputation,
On self-esteem,
This viper slithered
In my Garden of Eden.
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