. . . as he was hatching his plots . . .
Quack Quack, Etc.
There’s nothing adverse
That I throw in the sauce
As I start to rehearse
The demise of the Boss
But as I descend
To the end of the day
It’s more tough to pretend
To be lightsome and gay
When I feel in my marrow
The building of rages
Brought on by the narrow-
Ness by which he gauges
My quest for perfection
In service to him
Whose extreme predilection
For being quite grim
As you guess is a needle
To nag and annoy
Like the high nasal wheedle
Of a self-centered boy
Until something explodes
In the back of my brain
At some one of his goads
And I go quite insane
So I must kill him gladly
By end of the day
And go off quacking madly
As I’m carted away
Art-Colored Glasses 
I swear you wrote this one about the director of the library where I work! And I am half tempted to print this one out and hang it on the wall of my office just to give him a scare!
You quack me up!!!
I used to work for her….
Clearly there are a lot of Him or Her out there. So glad you can at least say ‘used to’!!!
I see you have been plotting. 🙂
As usual . . . 😉
A common experience amongst the masses;
ki provides mitigation within our minds…
What we can’t do in real life with impunity
We can do in Fiction, where we have immunity!
I’ve been there! So enjoyed the drawing and poem.
I do believe we’ve all been there at one point or another! My hope is that it can become past-tense as quickly as possible so fewer of us go completely crackers. 🙂