You stride up and down the aisles
like a town crier on Doomsday,
barking orders impossible to follow.
Your e-mails are all in capitals,
with more exclamation points
than anyone deserves to use.
You bully and condescend,
threaten and belittle, and then try
to be friendly, with that rictus-smile
and some lame term of endearment.
And by the way, I don't want to hear
any more about your freaking cats.
You cannonball, you gnome, don't you know
this place is broken, or are you too busy
playing little dictator to notice?
Breaking Things that Glue Can't Fix
Records, dawn, routine and news,
bread and waves, the law, taboos.
Resolve and fasts, sound barrier,
codes and rank and character.
Promises, engagements, hearts,
training, silence, wind (that's farts).
Amish, Bad, and Benjamin,
up and down and out and in.