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Poetry By: Indie Skreet

My boss tried to dress it up as redundancy so he could save my wages and have his mummy take over my position .... he actually had the cheek to 'insist' I trained her and his little sister too. I could understand why of course, 3 holiday's a year, numerous motoring fines and a flash sports car do cost a few quid, so who was I to argue? ;)

Submitted:Jan 18, 2013    Reads: 38    Comments: 5    Likes: 2   

He looked at me with distaste

Said to me, 'should know your place'

So I showed him my other face

The one behind the smile and paste

'I've worked for you 3 years of more

Put up with doing others chore

Typed till my digits wore sore

And 'you' show 'me' the fucking door!'

He snarled back with renewed vigour

I'd steered his fingers to the trigger

No hint of humour or a snigger

But I was at least ten feet bigger

'Money is just pissing out

This clinic's like a roundabout

And you consumed with self-doubt

Whilst I've kept my cool throughout'

'Please don't forget the VAT

The bill I got them to agree

Would now be complimentary

Could always call HMRC!'

'Blackmail is so unattractive

You're always fucking reactive

How much do you want to wrap this

Disappear and now retract it?'

'Oh how very generous of you

And of course would never sue

I guess a year of pay will do

Unless you want to make it two!'


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