In his Superman pajamas,
He'd jump on his bed
With his arms thrust in front of him
Pretending to soar.
But he grew up
And traded in his onesie and cape
For a t-shirt on casual Fridays
When he struts around us
Puffing out his chest
Making his hero's insignia
Visible to all.
Here, he stands for truth, justice,
And the corporate way,
Convinced that he's—
Faster than the speeding rumor/
More powerful than us associates/
Able to solve tall problems in a single bound.
From our separate lairs,
We laugh like madmen,
As a voice shouts in our heads—
It's absurd. It's insane.
It's the company man.
2 comments:
So there's this guy that I work with that I can't stand so I was inspired to write this poem.
I hate those type of people. I like how you employ the superhero conventions to describe someone who is not only not super, but extremely mediocre. I tripped over the "us associates" and I'm wondering if something else will work better.
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