He's yelling
right in my face.
I did this wrong.
I did that wrong.
He is considering
letting me go.
A fake smile
is all it takes
to keep my job.
'Yes, sir.'
'No, sir.'
'It won't happen again, sir.'
I think about his wife.
His car.
His house.
His dog.
His parents.
And how they brought him up.
Spoiled his ***
every ******* chance
they got.
I keep my mouth shut
decide to smile
and return to my desk.
It's not his fault.
His ******* parents
simply didn't know
how to beat some decency
into their son.