This is flair and approach
but it’s a chocolate Jesus
the longer the words
the more he deceives us
but his texture is crumbling
and our beliefs falter
for the boss believes nothing
and wont pray at his altar
the shakes and the trembles
he begins, he dissembles
this week he is ill
so are you, he’s worse still
The floods of long memos
he abandoned our demos
a bank-bursting river of words
are really a sewer of effluent turds
wrapped up in a forest of deceiving
he’s bored, I’m leaving
he’s gutted and shocked
but his face says “I’m worried”
too little too late.

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