Originally published May 27, 2015
I’m at my desk
Hands raking my frown
a boiling geyser of frustration rises inside me
my keyboard stares back at me,
awaiting my next move.
how much more can I swallow?
blackness bulldozes me
struggle - stifle a scream
the impossibility of answering to a
self-appointed Director of All
is something I can barely put into words.
rage bubbles inside me
blood pounds furiously through my veins
swelling like storm drains
under the pouring rain of her petty claims
without even a thought,
without a SINGLE well-intended word
or any consideration for any of my work
she shreds it, smirking!
buries an hour of my time
under a few condescending remarks
brimming with toxic distaste
emotionless demands so clearly not.
inflating with power, she commands a new draft
a sad, lonely blowfish, bobbing in waves of envy, ...bloated in self love.. or loathing
I wish I could tell you.
I know you could help.
I wish I could show you.
when she's done barking orders
and the puppy eyes come back
she sniffs and pathetically kisses your ass
patching over the whole laughing matter
"Everything is fine."
"Jeremy is starting to think for himself again."
"Please augment my authority."