The other end of my working life,
My last desperate job,
Working under the control of a
Manic bullying yob.
He would daily select his victim,
Apparently with glee,
And then verbally harass them
For all the rest to see.
You could see them almost tremble
Until the victim was named
Then visibly relax with relief as he
Was duly publicly shamed.
Day affect day they took it
His almost hysterical raves
Reasonably well paid but
I'll treated wage slaves.
In due course it came to my turn
And I just walked out
Leaving behind me his astonished
And very angry shout.
I didn't return to work until
All the others had gone
When I explained to him the reason
Why I'd done what I'd done.
Although they were his workers
They had the right to expect
Courtesy and consideration and
To be treated with respect.
I could see he was a little upset
Had that look on his face
Must have been a long time since
Anybody had put him in his place.
I must say I expected him to
Tell me I was to be fired
But he kept his distance and
Eventually I retired.
When I left apparently he continued
With his strange management style
And still the staff put up with
His daily invective and bile
When you've faced a Sergeant Major
You've been beasted by the best.
But he was just a beginner
Not even much of a test
The very worst that man behave done
Was sack me at the end of the day,
A Sergeant Major could sling a man
In the cells and throw the key away
