She's the boss. Purring, snaring <br />Many with that smiling, feline countenance. <br />She rubs her words against you, a tiger waiting to pounce. <br />When SHE smiles near, everyone wonders <br />Who the victim will be. <br /> <br />Satire doesn't become her: sincerity is all. <br />She's a show-man in a circus, <br />But the impression can quickly pall. <br />Conceived a baby? 'Have it on your own time. <br />Expect no sympathy here. Have an extra duty.' <br />Said with that friendly, feline leer. <br /> <br />A smile contains a dagger; nail-polish hides a claw. <br />She attends the many meetings she's so eager to enthral; <br />Says what she wants, asks for comments, <br />Then lays down the law. <br /> <br />She's the boss. And she doesn't see the tree for the wood, <br />Doesn't see the bad or the mad from the good. <br />She's the boss. And you'd better believe it <br />If you don't want to be the one to fall <br />Prey to the big cat fangs <br />Instinctively obeying the primaeval jungle call. <br /> <br />She's the boss. Purring, snaring <br />Many with that smiling, feline countenance. <br />She rubs her words against you <br />And licks her lips like a tiger waiting to pounce. <br />When SHE smiles near, everyone wonders <br />Who the victim will be. <br />You can't escape: <br />Christ Almighty! This time the victim's me!<br /><br />Len Webster<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/len-webster-s-she-s-the-boss/
