Fiction

I don't have a job, or a bearded boss.  This is fiction.  I was bored and asked a friend for a word to write about.  It was "boss". 

My boss is tall
And thinks he's smart
He has a beard
And likes to fart.

He thinks I'm dumb,
This I can attest.
He thinks I don't notice
His eyes on my chest.

I'm more than a butt,
I do have a brain,
I can't stand this job,
It's quite inhumane. 

When I get a new job,
And my references have cleared,
I'll punch that smug bastard
Right in the beard.