“Don’t Boss Me” by Dianne Borsenik

I imagine you dismembered
your intestines hanging out
your eyeballs on your cheekbones
and your tongueless, bloody mouth

I imagine your bones broken
and your cunt hair set on fire
I could say I'm only joking
but you know I'd be a liar

I know I have to work with you
I know we have to speak
I know there's no escaping you
but damned! if I'll be meek

I've been bitch-slapped by viruses
that weren't half as bad...
but when it comes to bosses
the worst
I've ever had