Please note: this is a fictional character. Any resemblance between actual persons or situations is purely coincidental.
Greets new employees
She’s your immediate best friend
–Adding to her horde?
Dressed to the nines
Every day, nary a hair astray
A study in superlatives,
The latest fashions
The shortest skirts
The tallest shoes
The furriest furs
The leatheriest leathers
Makeup thickly, evenly applied
Movie stars would kill for her applications
Her lunch crowd consists
Of assorted ill-dressed misfits
–A supernova among lo-watt bulbs?
She eats, bite for bite, as much as the most rotund,
Yet never gains an ounce.
Carefully excusing herself to the lady’s room
First to raise her hand when bosses need help
Insisting she be the one to do it
–helpers must fall under her direction?
Has an ex-husband who walked off
With another – again –
She was the one he walked off with
When he walked off on his first wife
He’s never paid a dime of child support
For any of his 4 kids
Too busy fucking females half his age
And putting things up his nose.
She lives at home again – after
A five year absence with her marriage –
With her elderly mother in poor health
And her two teenagers
–self-sacrificing to care for her widowed invalid mom?
–rent free and taxi service for her kids?
She has two teenagers
And fully committed to their herds
Often ill for school and myriad conscribed activities
To depressurize in the bariatric chamber
Of a cozy day with grandma
She drives fast
Her burnished image comes at a cost.
Dollars, tens of thousands of them, in debt
Card stacked upon card
She sells candy bars in the office
M-F, year after year, for her “kids’ field trips”
These pennies, nickels, and dimes keep her head
Above water, but just.
Mickey Mouse voice
In slowly articulated syllables
That go on, and on, and on
Every question must include
As must every answer.
In meetings, the high esteem
In which she is held, mandates
That there are no interruptions.
She knows secrets, from far and wide,
Told for so many reasons
Some as units of power exchange
Some never meant to be shared, as
Per sworn vow – until they are
Casually bandied about with
The minions of her inner circle.
None rise against her
There is no place for foots’ purchase on
Her burnished, smooth walls.
Only two have spoken (aloud) contrarily of her
They were both on their way out –
As am I.