The Area Manager

by Dave Hemmings

There he stands
In his pressed suit
His clean shaven face
Giving off the smell
Of some aftershave
That probably cost him 50 quid
The smug
Bastard
His pudgy face
Smiling sarcastically
As though he is the dogs bollocks
The area manager
With his company car
With his 40 grand a year
For making fuck all difference
Except pissing people off
And fucking some of the staff
For some reason
They think too
That he is the dogs bollocks
The stupid women
Who have no brains
And pussys
That like the taste
Of
Smug cock
He puts his laptop down
And gets out his folders
His pages of shite
it serves no purpose
His being
It severs no purpose
His job
The greasy bastard
The slimy cunt
The area manager

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