Boss,
Your boss,
My boss,
Boss boss,
My boss,
Your boss.

Boss is boss,
Your boss
Or mine,
Mine boss
Or yours.

And just
With the spelling
Of the word
Boss,
Comes he
The boss.

Your boss,
My boss,
Boss boss,
Your boss,
My boss.

Boss is boss,
The higher up,
The superior,
Be it mine
Or yours.

One superior
In hierarchy,
Lineage,
Going up the ladder.

Boss boss,
Looking handsome,
Smart
And young always,
Your boss, mine boss.

In the shirt,
Pants,
Belt
And glasses,
The boss is going.

Your boss,
Mine boss,
In pants and shirt
And the glasses
As a golden boy.

The boss going,
Going
And the world after,
After him.

The boss,
Boss in the boots
And the boots
Creaking,
Black and shiny boots.

With the tie,
In the belt
And the golden watch
And the golden glasses
The boss is going.

Boss boss,
Yes sir, no sir,
The earth behind shaking
And the world saluting the boss.

Yes, sir, no, sir,
The world sirring before
The boss,
Failing to say my mai-baap.

Yes, boss, no, boss,
Boss boss,
Your boss,
My boss,
Always learn to
Respect your boss.

Bijay Kant Dubey

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