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A poem about a man in a dead end job... |
| Once upon a time, there lived A man named Little Boris, Who studied hard and finished school With all its brutal courses. He earned a coveted business degree, And with this education, Received a fairly high-paying job, Work of modest station. But soon our Little Boris became Weary and ungrateful, His work involved pushing paper, A modest life so stable… He had to be productive, Without deviations or care; A role requiring little smarts, Other than being there!!! Then one evening, Little Boris, Filled with hate and blahs, Stumbled upon a classic film Entitled The Wizard of Oz. The moral of this movie was, These guys wished upon a star, For qualities and places to be, But didn’t have to look that far… After seeing this hollywood gem, Boris became a leader; He no longer yearned for a job More challenging and meatier! Being who he is now Makes Little Boris so spry – A leader of consistency, And a rare and cherished guy!!! |