Boss (Laura Tanne)

“Boss” Lyrics: Laura Tanne. Tune: Unknown. He is a decaying pumpkin in a rosy field. Of redwood is the elegant office, And round and yellow his senile head, Prim and straight I sit taking dictation. My hair lies in dark, peaceful folds, My fingernails cut in pink foreignness to grime. “Yes, sir.” “No, sir.” inhabit …

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