They Torture

A ten o’clock meeting.

And one fifteen.

Stick a little lunch meet in between.

You record the minutes.

Be the president.

Authorize a budget, get the money spent.

Track your inventory.

Pay outlandish rent.

Wear a suit and tie.

You’re the only guy

Can make this time bomb tick.

Shakin’ hands and winding watches.

Make you so damn sick.

You are tired of it.

You want them to quit.

But they won’t.