Cut Out The Fat With The Cat!

That is right. Today the cat is back in charge of our site. No Drazin, Pat, nude aliens(sorry alien addicts), or Cass. I can hold them all back with my little rhyming ass. Does it hold weight? Arms may not like that, mate. Matey or mate? Already back to confusing out of the gate. Works for me. Now on to it at our sea.

Time to show talent and enforce your will.

You kissed enough ass to climb that hill.

Now you're the man and ever so great.

It doesn't even matter if you show up late.

You'll make things better and leave your mark.

Have to ensure your name is carved into bark.

On it dogs pee and maybe do some other stuff.

But it doesn't matter because you're just so tough.

You rule the roost and have it plated in stone.

You are the best and decide when to answer the phone.

But when you ring others must jump.

It doesn't matter if they are taking a dump.

Today it is this and tomorrow it is that.

Change your mind and expect all to rat.

Your word is gospel and so in the know.

So come on and spill on old so and so.

Your work load is large but bring the gossip.
Whether you get anything done sure is a toss up.
Who are you kidding? It's too much for one.
Bring on the assistant to get your work done.

Why stop at one? You'll do better with two.
May have to get three for when work is due.
But the expense is so mighty and rather large.
Hell, they will never fire the one who's truly in charge.

Cut the bottom and pay more to the top.
That is the way and such reasoning can't stop.
The top is in the know and still ever so great.
You need three assistants with so much on your plate.

 Your hours are set and aren't going to change.
Those lowly lackeys are whining over ten hours. Strange!
You'd think they'd want the money and to pay more taxes.
They make one third what you do so it's time everyone relaxes.

$400,000, give or take, for four at the top.
You've thinned out the herd and work the rest non-stop.
Sick or quitting? Please, that's not on the cards.
They have to afford to eat and their pitiful yards.

Things aren't getting done and they're ever so slow.
What's the problem? It's so easy, you know.
You have it on paper and each assistant agrees.
My, after all those years of ass kissing life is a breeze.

Don't you love that? Get rid of those who do actual work and yet make their paycheck fat. All for sitting on their ass and letting the assistant of that assistant of the assistant complete the work mass. Toss em all in a hole. That's a fine goal. Then they'll have to work to get out. Or maybe for their assistant they'll shout. Are you the boss and at a loss? Damn, the cat may have offended. Nope. Still isn't amended. Told you I could hold all away. This is totally my bay.

"Pffft...as if."

No listening to any comments from Cass. Just pay attention to my ever so do it myself little rhyming ass.

Those at the top have longer to drop!