Boss man

Oh my lovely boss man, why sure I will make sure that gets done I don't really think you care, but I'll even do that and then some Really it's nothing that you never care to help me learn and grow I'll just keep on going, smile on my face, tapping my toes But come next week look at the payroll, I hit you where it hurts Overtime is out of control, and you just replaced two shirts I know this poem doesn't make sense right now at this time It has a purpose, however, and it's got to be divine