|Who is the Boss? I am, oh yes, I am.|
Hey, Jim. How did the office manage all that blow back from the big guys up at the top?
"Well, you can imagine, Tom. It blew them all away. I mean, what did they expect when the stink settled down after the clean-up crew took care of the rot?"
"You guys, give it a break. Life never changes for those guys who settle at the top." Co-workers mumbled, nodding in agreement.
"Big guys at top? They live well, really well. I mean they go to work in their spiffy black suits, leave in their spiffy black suits." Jim growled.
Again, all nodded. The fifth co-worker, Kevin piped up. "I'm exhausted. We complain every day. Can't do anything about them. They can take us down without a thought."
They grumbled and took off for home where family and friends lived. Come sunup, they would be at work. At sundown, they would be lined up again.
The big bosses were already singing together their raucous out-of-tune songs.
|After work, relaxing and complaining|
Silently, the crew left, singing songs of their own,
|The bosses in black suits|
Singing raucous songs, non-stop songs
Bosses of the sky, bosses of the trees