Cantankerous old mule
lives by the iron rule
never golden old school
He controls by his word
comfortable with his weight
to throw around to boss
Executive in style
more executioner
of happy go lucky
Front of house staff he acts
the bore stiff and genteel
lacking culture and cool
Shibboleth he can't say
no one gets in his way
he may ruin your day
As you pass before him
you mean no disrespect
to say hi to a friend
You may not think you stepped
on his toes so to speak
but he freaks when he growls
Saying cold tone it down
you may get excited
happy to see old Soos
Tone it down tone it down
rattles inside your head
Bourbon from Kentucky
Opens the dialogue
as words pour from bottle
to Old Fashioned tumbler
Never would you dare speak
to confront the head chef
when honey paves the way
Even lowly peons
without rank or status
steer clear not to descend
Inside the cavernous
belly of a blue whale
for even if you howl
There is no one to hear
your cries of sheer terror
in this house of horror
Descend into madness
into other's control
it starts to take its toll
Only you mustn't say
a thing take the high road
against such a grumbler
Work is all politics
to survive you must get
along or face slaughter
Never use your freedom
to speak bad of giants
David had but one goal
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