To my boss

I lay in bed at dawn, after a long day of pleasing another
My enthusiasm, my thirst for knowledge, has truly been given a smother
My legs.. they ache, my heart.. it hurts, and I will tell you why 
I spend every moment of brightness covering your lie 

And your untruth, I tell you, is taking all the glory 
Someone praises and you take it, but it's a different story 
You forget the few that are "under you" as you sit in your safe cave 
Ordering coffee, demanding views, you request unto your slave 

I work for you to feed my family, to provide for my wife 
And I keep quiet, just to make me have an easy life 
When in my head I wonder how, you sit there, no remorse 
Face like thunder, ora of misery and words that sound so coarse 

So to my boss, I'm sorry you're sad 
But next time you insult me, or reflect on the bad 
I dedicate my life to you, so you can have your own 
And when I cross the threshold, you make me feel alone 

So next time you make a comment, or criticise my work 
Make sure you wander to the mirror and give yourself a look 
Because we're the same, a human mammal, a work of natures fashion
You might receive more paper than me, but I'll always have my compassion.