Madam Boss

A poem about expecting too much from a female boss.

Madam Boss

I muttered under my breath
What kind of woman is she?
She doesn’t look right or left
Once she fixates on her PC

I lamented
Isn’t she a mother?
It’s Armageddon at my end
Why doesn’t she bother?

Just as I was about to vent
I bumped my head
And realised instead

I am guilty of “sky-high expectations”
That every woman should be too caring
There are 64 personality permutations
Check your expectations, they are also scary


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