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The Yes Man
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The Yes Man |
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Pestillence Junior Member
since 2008-09-03
Posts 25England |
A smile that could kill a guy, Happiness and honey oozes out of his false and misleading facade, Forever seeking to earn more clout. Thick wads of dead, vandalised trees lie rotting in the sweat of his underarm, He stands by the water cooler smiling, Luring you in, seeking you harm. A master of the discourse and verse found in the halls of london and DC, Encouraging some, berating the many, Annoying the blue collar his source of glee. He strides between the hammer and the anvil, Grunting with the force, sucking up to the board, Both sides of the coin sparkling with polish, Eternally wishing to climb above the horde. His suckling and grovelling pay off and he moves one link on the chain, Smiling condescendingly as you toil laughing at your misery and pain. But when he is not looking, you giggle, Having seen the burning face of the boss, He stands alone taking the biggest hiding, Those left behind snicker, his loss. |
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latearrival Member Ascendant
since 2003-03-21
Posts 5499Florida |
Nobody likes a yes man even a boss if he is a good one. The "yes man" is really fooling no one but himself and enjoys no respect from any one. Enjoyed, latearrival |
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suthern
since 1999-07-29
Posts 20723Louisiana |
Both sides of the coin sparkling with polish, Eternally wishing to climb above the horde. What a great description of the yes man!  |
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