Work is full of mixed up minds.
Supervisors with blinders,
hoping not to see slimy species,
crawling the floor of his area.
CEO hurriedly passing by,
head buried in his chest.
Fearing someone might
catch a glimpse
of his deceitful eyes.
Hoping to return to his room
before the truth of his existence
spews over the floor.
We have the Frankenstein's,
who know "NOTHING".
Nuts and bolts falling from their head.
Egors limping behind with silly grins.
Then there is the Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde
complex syndrome for many.
Blowing tops of their heads one minute,
and the next picking up the pieces.
Stuffing it back any which way,
mean while laughing loudly
to blanket the insanity.
Einstein's is another mind to fear.
Walking around with over large heads.
Wobbling on those spindles they call necks,
professing the knowledge of all.
Slamming any one who dare question.
Lets not forget the odd fellows,
with their heads so far up the bosses ass.
Hoping for more favors to explore.
Watching this mixed mush of minds,
reminds me of the Song "Monster Mash".
As I sit here pondering what I just wrote,
wondering what monster do I play,
in this place of mixed up minds..........
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Submission Name: The Monster Mash
