RECYCLE BIN

"Yippee", said the junior,
The boss sat with a benevolent smile.
The results of the rat race were out,
And he was the 'rattiest' of them all.
His mouse in one hand,
"Yippee", said the junior.

They called him, day and night.
"You know it all", said one and all.
Some pulled his hand-
Curved to the contour of his mouse,
Some patted on his back,
Arched permanently on someone's desk.

Gain some, he did,
And lose some, he did.
Fifteen kilos and five inches round the waist,
Grow up, he certainly did.
Poring over those thick books,
Learned those new words-
'Anemia', 'Insomnia', and 'Anorexia'.

Eight years, he toiled.
Eight months, he lagged.
Eight days, he vanished.
And eight hundred people, discussed that.
"From the eight figures of the days' profit,
Came down one eighth of a decimal", they said.
And thus he was fired on eight counts,
"The man worked like an eighty-year-old", they said.

"Yippee", said the junior,
The boss sat there and smiled.
Learn some, he did,
The boss- HE did.
The new words he learnt were,
'Pretence', 'dis-regard', and 'boot-lick-er'.
And so he sat there and thought-
"But hurt it did, to watch the kid".