the BosS

Boss's orders, loud and clear,

Always watching, always near.

Micromanaging, driving us mad,

But hey, at least the pay is not bad.

Endless meetings, no end in sight,

Power trips, causing us to fight.

But we smile, pretend to obey,

Because it's the boss's world, we say.

Dress code strict, ties so tight,

Choking on our fashion plight.

Boss thinks it's all about control,

But we secretly rebel, playing our role.

Memos and emails, flooding our day,

Boss's words, they never sway.

But behind closed doors, we vent and groan,

Boss's antics, our secret unknown.

Yet amidst the chaos, we find a way,

To make each other laugh and play.

For in this workplace, though it's tough,

Together, we'll weather it, boss and staff.

So here's to the boss, a source of amusement,

A character in this corporate entrapment.

We'll endure the crazy, the highs and lows,

And laugh at it all, as the workplace goes.