Manager's Plight

The boss shuffled in,
his legs slightly bowed
from years of carrying the
weight of The Bureaucracy; the
balancing on the shifting sands
of political battles, time cards,
employee reviews, adhering to
every policy, bending to the
corporate machine, while also
pretending he cared about the
person waiting to speak with him,
another barrier to leap, and he
glances up at the clock, his
chair protesting as he sits down heavily
and waits to hear
what he has to deal with next;
what unhappiness, what personnel conflict,
what request for more money, a different
cubicle, a different job, a different life.
the Manager, his legs slightly bowed from many
years of carrying the weight of the Bureacracy,
knows that he has no power to change anything,
above him, below him, or perhaps,
even within himself.