boss
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My name's not Springsteen,
But I sure feel like a Boss
Haters attempting to rag on me
Gonna feel a little lot of lost cause
Time's chipping away at this face,
Turning this ice into a sculpture
Dear Society,
I dare to be different.
To be Brave and
Confident.
When I walk into a room full of people,
Black shoes click into the sterile office.
The sound bounces off the walls and scatters around the room like rubber balls.
I hear her before I see her.
She sounds dark, official.
About to clock into work.
These shoes are digging into my feet.
They are black,
with elastic straps to tighten them.
I walk to the punch clock.
I reach out to touch the keys.
The boss at Christmas is named John
He runs a church festival on the church lawn
His staff doesn't know the difference
What? They couldn't refference?
Between a platter and a plate
I have an innovative mind
One with many characters and personalities
My friends are imaginary, a figment of my dreams
They come alive as I write on the pages inside a blank notebook of my alter worlds.
And I stare
As you stand there
But you don't see
What I can be.
We are here
But I do fear
You will never know
What I want to show.
My feelings for you
The white sandy beaches crash against the waves as if battling for the territory of land.
The birds fly through the air sending signals of impending danger
to their nearby relatives.
Hurrying in to work, late again.
The cold still nipping at my nose,
The heat of rushing burning in my legs.
I try to calm my heartbeat
But it’s useless when I see you.
Warmth fills my stomach
I envision something great
I envision a lady in charge.
She will strive to achieve her goals no matter what obstacles are in her way,
This is what I want to say:
Thank you.
But I have struggled
Trying to find the words
To make you understand
With absolute clarity
What you have done for me.
Two months ago,
You pay women to dance, while your love is at home.
Two Viking babies asking when daddy is coming home.
How familiar is my name,
For daddy’s the one to blame...
Your ice cold look is really just a new flame.
Look at all these presidents,
They're all the same kind of gentlemen.
Wearing their suits and ties.
I wonder where are their wives.
Sitting at home?
Perhaps, I don't know
Because they can't tag along.
Equal people, same in hand and face,
but outcast quickly when not the chosen race.
Die for beliefs that should self explain,
that treatment you beg for, hope to gain.
Scream and battle with tooth and fist,
Mix, Match
Switch, Swap
The mysteries don’t ever stop
Flip, Flop
Criss, Cross
You’ll solve ‘em, now won’t ya boss?
Toss, Catch
Fail, Win
Your ego is a savored sin
