She sits in her cube
Like some fat tiger
Waiting to pounce
On the most inane
Things that would
Pop like a bubble
If anything of
Importance came along.
She possesses that
Undeniable need
To be right, and
When she is wrong
Downplays it and smiles.
She must have crapped
Her diapers one too many times
As a toddler and been scolded
By a domineering mother.
Now the crap just oozes out
Of her soul in the form of ego.
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