He awoke as he usually did
Well before the alarm
Made his way to the kitchen
Where he poured himself
His usual breakfast of a heaping bowl of
Sugar-coated self-loathing
Made sure his hair was perfect
His tie was straight
Before he walked out the door
And climbed into his Cadillac
Man, he really liked the feel of
Being behind the wheel of
Such a powerful machine
He spent the whole weekend looking
Forward to Monday morning
When once again he could be king
Of all those ungrateful underlings
He sat at his desk with his eyes on the clock
As the bleary-eyed tribe walked in
At 8:00 sharp he got up from the small desk
Made his way to the coffee pot
Where he would greet the last ones in
With a smile of reassurance
Commenting to himself as the stragglers filed in
How glad he was not to be them
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