OOSPEROUSTIC

What does it mean? I'm not telling you, work it out,
ott again - no one knows what it really may be about,
because you don't understand, you start feeling dense,
sometimes good, sometimes bad, if it doesn't make sense.

Mr. Shakespeare wrote 'Measure For Measure,' so good,
some control instead of a wild tirade, do it if you could,
but you can't - consistently stubborn, too bad scenario,
you need the boss, 'I'm sorry, we'll have to let you go.'

What then? No one loves me anymore - tis a shame,
you know the score - you only have yourself to blame.
flicking thro' thesaurus and on-line, obscurity is fine,
no it's not - what does it matter - so give any old line.

Are you listening - you can temper, then you'll be great,
don't be so oosperoustic and resign yourself to fate.