SMALL SONG OF THE YESMAN

The secret to my success? I show up,
I keep my head down and I toe the line;
Do nothing special, just put in my time.
Half-full or half-empty, my cup’s
Content is constant and so is my shine:
Medium matte. I’m the mat everyone steps
On--thank you, you’re welcome--; if I stooped
Any lower, I’d be downright supine.
Yes please, another double scoop
Of that poopchute spill. You won’t hear me whine,
I don’t call in sick, I’m always on time.
I’m the bad seed in a bumper crop,
But know what? I’ll be your boss one day
And you’ll have to do whatever I say.