He walks with more than one
shadow lingering behind him.
He looks around anxiously
with eyes that are set on
finding his next victim.
He carries a briefcase full
of notes that boast his ego.
He stops to look at you
only if you have done
something wrong.
His words are judgmental
and quite unfair.
He knows nothing of fairness
or level-headedness.
He is a terror and will
not acknowledge his own demise.
He is a manager, a tyrant, and a buffoon.
Theorem The Truth Serum
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-buffoon/
