Boss

by Eric Chaet

I often feel I need a boss to tell me what to do
but there’s no one I know of I’d obey—
that’s why I struggled so long to get free
& now the only boss I have is me.

The good & wise conceal themselves too well—
amidst applause, fraud & might prevail
(& the merely clever ride their tail)—
& now the only boss I have is me.

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Also posted online @ Beyond the Pale (Ireland & France)

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