This is a rant againt my best friend’s boss. Here is the content of the poem:

Who do you think you are? Queen Elizabeth?

You may think you know everything

You may think you are the best boss

You may think you are a strong woman

You may think you are always right

You may think you can do as you please

But you know what? You are just a tyrant

A cruel, ugly power-hungry tyrant

Who doesn’t know how to run a business

Who doesn’t know how to be a leader

Who thinks employees are nothing more than slaves

Who takes the human out of HR

And throws it in the gutter

The day will soon arrive

When the employees you oppress

Start fighting tooth and nail

For their rights and freedom

Which you have brutally suppressed

All in the name of work results

The day will soon arrive

When your precious business

Which you have squandered

Through sheer arrogance and gluttony

Will fall like a house of cards

The day will soon arrive

When you and your precious family

Will be on the streets

With nowhere to turn

The day will soon arrive

When you will be left alone

With nothing but regret

For your callous and cruel deeds

What goes around, comes around

By the time you finally realise this

Both you and your precious husband

Will be on your deathbeds