You Are Not the Boss of Me

You're the boss
of the little
actions that earn
money for this company. And it's
even hard to call you the boss
of those things. You spend so
little time on the work, so much
time flattering yourself. I know
you have to because
no one else will. I know that
when you call me names, make up
stories about my work being
inadequate, that it's not
about me—it's the only way
you know to make yourself
feel important, significant, worthy
of the oxygen you inhale
at others' expense. You
are nothing more
than an employee here, too. What
would you be without this job, this
assigned, unearned title? Who
would ever think of you as
deserving of authority
beyond these crushing walls?

Me? I run a household, a family, all
of the departments of life, receiving
accolades for accomplishments
far beyond these little actions
you oversee. So, you
see, you may have a fancy
title, but you are not
the boss of me.