The Boss: Act II

The Boss: Act II

Oh how this job I abhor
It has become such a bore
I’d rather be under the chestnut tree
Dreaming of muse and poetry
There is no elation in this task
Under his praise I must bask
Yeah, right! And as he speaks I ignore
“Is that what we pay you for?”
I must admit, his is a common error
But it does restore my inner terror
That if I don’t do some work
This unstable boss might go berserk
And fire me from this cushy job
And though it might seem odd
I’ve grown accustomed to this place
With all the trouble and disgrace
They say that opposites attract
He’s an opposite, that’s a fact!



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Words required to be used by "Para/Poem Challenge "Open""  in this poem:
         Ignore...Abhor...Restore...Common...Opposite...Trouble