New Boss on the Fast Track

We fix it. Everything
you screw up. No one
suffers the fumbles
of your incompetence. Then
we compliment you
in front of your boss. We
watch you grin, pull your
shoulders back, sit tall
in the chair at the end
of the conference
table. Your gullibility
grows. We watch
you parade above our praise
as if you're a Rose Bowl
float, a giant clown in an
oversized white jump suit
with big red, yellow and blue
dots, covered with bright
well-positioned petals, gliding
your way to the top of the gears
that make this machine run.