The Boss

                   The Boss

Crawling from the black dung matted soil
A slimy worm lifting its pointed snout
Sniffing for some form of endearment
To bolster a weak character no doubt

For though he is loathsome in character
And all his workers do abhor
The animus that governs his life
But he thinks we look at him to adore

Should we cast our adoration upon him?
No, for we execrate his loathsome hide
And dream of the day we might read
Of his unfortunate worm-a-cide

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Words required to be used by "Para/Poem Challenge "Open""  in this poem:
         Endearment...Abhor...Animus...Adore...Adoration...Execrate