Bitter at one
who loves her job so enthusiastically.
She cackles and howls,
bathes in power,
marches like a general.
considers shoes optional,
(but my tie knot shall not be loosened).
She and her job, her contributions of genius
are more important than the sun today.
She loves the convalescences of yapping out orders,
is entirely well-pleased (with herself).
And she stares with eyes that assert
her inability to help
due to such superior position.
I need to be out of this cage.
I would prefer to leave this zoo.
Take me to the hospital.
Throw me from the roller coaster.
stillfugue 
#1 by Evelyn on February 10, 2011 - 7:39 pm
“And she stares with eyes that assert
her inability to help
due to such superior position. ”
excellent poetry, but she sounds bitchy.
#2 by Carl on February 10, 2011 - 9:16 pm
She might be but she is so busy fooling everyone that she never really acts bitchy.