He would be the Satan


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He would be the Satan

I sized him up —

He changed into overeager

To make whatever quota he may want to,

He could stand legs spread

And hands folded

Or with a damn clipboard

Yearning for a boost up,

At the backs of retail stiffs

And to get that promotion

He would be the Satan

Set on stealing any fleeting pleasure,

That would bubble up

Among people.

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