The kid in me laughed.
Reruns of the Three Stooges.
Classic of slapstick comedy.
Laughter didn’t last long.
A loss of laughter.
Where is my funny bone?
It’s the Three Stooges.
I should be laughing.
Sigh. Larry, Curly and Moe.
Reflected back my bosses.
Not a good projection.
The bane of my working hours.
My fault humour in me broken.
In anger I labeled these bosses.
What was I thinking?
This was no laughing matter.
They are a spitting image.
These characters I call bosses.
But that’s where the similarity ends.
I will not elaborate, nyuk, nyuk, nyuk.
By C.E. Pereira
(8-1-2016)
HoneyGwhiz 
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