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!'