Boss On Patrol

He fueled on our emotion, made us feel like we would drown,
our boss is on a mission, kicking butts from here to town.
Feasted on a meal of rant that left a cold hard stare,
overheating sizzled something more than just our hair.

His camera’s ran on overdrive, employment biggest mole,
tried to find our weakness, taking more than just control.
As we ticked of every hour, he'd be winding back the clock,
making sure our numbing brains went into zombie shock.

We wished he'd give a little space, some happy hour or more,
a taste of satisfaction as he headed out the door.
We've been striving for a pay rise cause this jobs way out of touch,
going into meltdown cause he's babbling way to much.

Running fast on empty, qualification overdrive,
employment is his biggest catch, it’s eating us alive.
This boss is on a mission kicking butts from here to town,
Standing at attention to a wig used for his crown.