‘Twas the week before Christmas and all thru the
office
The workers were scurrying to jack up the profits
In hopes that the project soon would be done
so they could go home to their daughters and sons.
Look! There’s a guy in a red suit and hat
But that ain’t no Santa, count upon that
It’s that Manager Kirk, with pitchfork and horns
The wickedest boss that ever was born.
“Ho Janet! Ho Jenny! Motivate yourselves,
Work harder and faster, my corporate elves!
Here’s a company T-shirt to fill you with cheer.
You’re spending your Xmas and New years right here.”
“Keep typing and Xeroxing, faxing and filing.
Where’s your team spirit, why aren’t you smiling?
Your mother is dying? Tough luck, you can’t leave.
Finish the project and visit her grave.”
What shall we give him for Christmas, pray tell?
A one way expenses-paid ticket to hell
A fun blow-up toy to explode in his face
and splatter his carcass all over the place.
He’s better than Scrooge at squeezing you dry
But he says that he’s really not such a bad guy.
“My goodness” he says, ”you all look so tired.
You all need some rest. Merry Christmas! You’re fired!”