Mr Bottomline

he calls his people the “fuckers”
who toil away, night and day
to keep him in his silken knickers
and his kids secure while at play

he gets the best people
“test them!” he’d say
“run them up and down the steeple
and spoil them,” he’d say

he feeds them grub in gold boxes
until the chef stains them amoebiasis
he parties, he feasts, he relaxes
as the fuckers guard all his bases

generous when he entices
make than talent sign the papers
but with an axe he practices
and out with all the “non-performers”

quick courtship, quick end
but so lofty are his “visions”
all laws and rules he’d quickly bend
so just sell then just try to get your commissions!

(to my teammates: i'll miss you)