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Office Blues
Bumpy car ride to the panelled cage
Coffee paper cup the plastic telephone
Nervy,misshapen assistants flocks
Behave as though they are Goldilocks !
Run into the sunshine ! Flee into the glen !
When did the Boss laugh last ?? Oh ! When ?
He doesn't smile, he cannot laugh
Perchance a smirk escapes- sounds like a stifled cough
Thinks he is a lion - king of the concrete cage
Carefully dyed grey hair, Oh ! when will he behave his age ?
Mortally scared to face his ego-- lose his shine
Has murdered many self esteems ,hands sick with crime !!
Takes morning walks but disease stalks
Diamond ring he wears ! To scare away hawks ?
Brags a lot-- too proud-- gives himself much air
To his colleagues and juniors he is never fair
It's routine for him to point out flaws
He'll repent the day when the pole ice thaws
Where's the pole ? where's the ice ?
Good morning Sir !!! try to act a little nice
© Bishwanath Mukherjee
