Broken Ladders

The Boss Needs to feel important so We stroke his ego Smiling, laughing at the Comedically-challenged jokes Limping out of the drawn corners Of his mouth Taking his suggestions Seriously when we have no Intention of heeding their Folly, foolish man who Hasn't got a clue what life is like In the trenches, making it work Day by day, utterly expendable To company Bottom Line A piece of bread to stomach the Indignity, life below the Board, the game Insidiously played, out of reach Out of touch Each move of check and mate In obedient service of The few. ~ Laurence Overmire