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(I'm writing this poem because on my job some important peon employees go unappreciated by some, you know, the high in the sky people of pie.)))))*****

Oh sure I'm a manager, a supervisor on my job of pay

I have others working under me and I go out of my way, to show that I appreciate them everyday, in every way, in work and in the break play, oh yes I do mingle, do single, and try to make them tingle

You see I remember when I was the low man on the totem pole, the one in the hole, being told, get to work quick and make the product perk, for if you do anything less, and not your best, out the door you go jerk

I don't ever forget, being on the bottom of the pit, taking the jerk supervisors s--t, knowing he wasn't legit, hell use to make me want to quit

The peon, the little man, ever been there in your life span, well you should know how it feels, sometimes it breaks wills, then at time it kills

If you're sitting on the top of pile, take a moment to look down once and awhile, it want make you a chump child, hell it might make you feel good and give you a feel good smile