The Day The Rock Broke

 

Mike was our hero whose courage made us drool

a boss who was so admired for never losing his cool,

always calm and solid as a rock was his special fame

regardless of how bad any situation ever became.

 

Then he one morning he came into work,

not looking quite as stable with a bleary eyed quirk,

tried to downplay how his wife had just left him

doing his best to smile with clenched teeth chagrin,

casually adding in soft tones how she had moved in

with a salesman on our staff with a seductive grin

who had conned many a gal with the charms he did spin.

 

Even succeeded in avoiding going utterly berserk

while mentioning how some drunk stupid jerk,

had manage to rear end his car with inebriated desire

as it was parked while he was changing a flat tire.

 

Still able to drive it, but then ended up running out of gas,

getting soaked by a truck running through a puddle too fast

while he was walking down the road to station he had past.

 

He really didn’t look that bad despite being kick by fate’s boot,

though admittedly the water dripping from him drenched suit

guaranteed how for him this wasn’t a day of any good repute,

 

After he got dried off in bathroom by blow dryer

was time to try again to manage and so inspire,

only everyone who called was pissed about something

how he tried so hard not to wince when the phone would ring.

 

I think it was when he spilled his cup of coffee

over reports and turned them into soggy paper toffee,

which he didn’t have copy and would have to redo

that his face started to twitch and he started to unglue,

there was added also an uncontrollable chuckle to his voice

before he walked out to the break room to buy a candy bar of choice.

 

It took his money without giving him his desired selection

definitely was too much for one days rejection.

 

First time we ever saw him erupt into uncontrollably scream

beating on that machine, trying to rip the door’s from its seams.

Oh we all gathered around and watched him lose it

took a while before he noticed his momentary fit,

straightening his tie and trying to regain his composure

but it was too late to deny what he did in that enclosure,

between the twitches and mumbling some rambling request

they escorted him to a nice quiet room for plenty of rest.

Where he spent the rest of the day alone without taking a call

shouting and occasionally hitting his head against the wall,

next day he was back to work being free from any chaotic thrills

all with the help of that therapist’s session and a bottle of pills.