Poem - The Big Chief

He waltzes in with all the ambition in the
world, literally; the places he says he's been
speak for themselves. That is until the big man
opens his mouth. He's seen and done it all
- supposedly! - no corner of the world has been
left unvisited; no stone in his sight has been
left unturned. He's rubbed shoulders with crims,
he's avoided doing time. He attempts to deal
with cash and, yet, all day long he talks
trash. For some, he keeps them amused for
it prevents a painful sense of bore but, come
time to clock out and leave, my head is
feeling sore! This is not defamation and I'm
sorry to say its no hallucination. "Well, basically,
the thing is, right...." nobody's backside could
be anymore uptight. If anyone else in the world
is a moan, they've now met a match with the
king of groan. The stock goes up and his
shares fall down. I couldn't care less - for
I've more important things to be worrying about.

While we're in the middle of a gloomy recession,
I'm forgetting if I made an impression. While
he's out trying to make some gold, I'm
having to do what I've been told. The bank
manager is getting a migrane and others
are being driven insane! Doesn't matter
anymore, its neither black or white, the
whole situation at hand is not .... alright.

The madness is only going to get
worse, for an old lady calls
about a stolen purse. So, once we
attempt to answer her call, the big
chief says something that makes her fall:
he says, "Listen up, you silly old
biddy; none of this news will make
you feel giddy!" But once we
stop your details from spreading
out, we make a promise you'll not
have to shout. And if you call back
to be told something wrong, they're
singing off a sheet from a different song".

It's become clear to everybody present that the
story goes a little something like this: a fifty-
something year old high-flyer has hit and missed.
What's the point of hanging out where your peers
are young? Because chances are, everything we want
to do, you've already done! What's the matter, has
nobody bought any of your stock? Just like us,
they probably thought it was all a crock. And as
for the family, well that's if they really exist,
its time they lived the perfect life, not down
in some abyss. My senses tell me all's not done
and more is on its way; if that's the truth, then
what's the point in calling it a day? Beginner's level
is for those who haven't got a clue; I'm thinking
maybe this is either applicable or true!