My boss likes to hug me, which is awkward
because I don’t want to hug him.
He hides behind his agitator grin
and his salary smile.
I would like to take his nothing bonus
and spit it into his eyes.
Watch his frown fade into disgust
and laugh at his now squeezing release.
When we meet I can smell his dis-honesty,
rich as piss. It reeks of receipts.
His false words take time to settle
and I can’t hold it all in. But I have to.
My chair wobbles and the shape of him bends
like the magic trick when you shake a pen.
I squint my eyes
and it looks like he is smiling.
I open them wide and he is too bright.
I close them and he disappears.
I take my mug and throw it from the window.
I take him and throw him from the window.
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