The chairman seeks more.
Sales, he thunders.
His belly shakes.
He lifts a finger:
we have to try harder.
Everyone, it seems.
But you.
The secretary takes notes:
the man’s a louse.
She knows there are bodies
in the bottom drawer.
Take a note: all branches –
His voice fades to her ears.
She knows what to say.
It’s what she always says.
Yes, Sir
and wishes him dead,
belly down in vitriol
Thanks, guys. I think the Chairman is a collection of people, and you probably know them all well.
Hi John, nice to hear the word ‘louse’, doesn’t appear often anywhere.
Brings back many a meeting to mind! Lovely closing sentiment, John. The reality of it, that suppressed rage at other’s so-called righteous rage!