“You want a raise!?
Paid vacation for days!?
Take my place when
the question is asked. Then
you’ll be, ‘Top Employee!’
Mr. Vincent tightened his tie.
He sat on a chair and slouched.
He held a frightened look in his eye;
no longer the office grouch.
Three men of pale pigment
entered. “Which one of you is
the mean boss, Mr. Vincent?”
The tallest one quizzed.
I smiled and showed my I.D.
“Him, not me.”