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?"
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."
"Big guys at top? They live well, really well. I mean they go to work in their spiffy black suits,
"Big
guys at top? They could eat us alive, or dead."
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. In their black suits and ties, they smiled at their success.
This is a repost of 2019 post. The blackbirds are swarming about, singing. I wonder what they are saying.
The big bosses were already singing together their raucous out-of-tune songs. In their black suits and ties, they smiled at their success.
Silently, the crew left, singing songs of their own,
sweet songs.
Bosses of the sky, bosses of the trees
They stayed.
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| The bosses in black suits |
Singing raucous songs, non-stop songs
