The Friday you said I was fired
Clean your desk, here is a box
We will give you the discount of
the retired
Nineteen years and they changed
the locks.
That is the risk one takes
When you place family first
You determine to stay put
Not moving to Albany's turf.
And so you wrote me up
Documented the little mistakes
No matter I wasn't corrupt
Did not with employees love make.
I learned later from a friend
That finally you got your due
Sexual harrassment was your end
Sure was hard to feel sorrow for you.
But I am certain you bounced right up
Found another manager's position
Seems those who lust for the butt
Go right on with the kissing
While the loyal like me
End up working under bosses like you
Wondering come our Friday's
If you are in the mood for someone to screw.
Do we smart still from that April Friday of 2002? We do. Like shrapnel imbedded, often it migrates beyond scar tissue to touch a nerve. Calise and Cleveland will always be upon the inventoried dusty shelves of the mind. Cleveland remains yet with JCP as District Manager. Calise went from lake city to Tampa to resume an affair with another employee. He was finally caught and fired. He wrecked his home and many others along his journey. A Sherman.
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