Assistant Manager

You claim the right in

Singling me out as if

You’d benefitted me.

Ridiculous and

Self serving, you pompous and

Pious prick. How much

Evil you have put

On me, I cannot even

Count. You have your charts,

Bureaucratic slop,

And you expect to define

My life in such small

Meaningless terms. Now

You’re so sorry and you want

To make it up to

Me. You’re a fucking

Liar, and now you want to

Take my career from

Me. I’ll keep you in

A courtroom while I’m making

A mint. You’re out the

Door from your job, you’ll

Wish you’d never heard my name.

I’ll kill you by a

Thousand tiny cuts

And laugh as you bleed out, just

Like you did to me.

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