Tom

First real job

Everyone was great

All friendly and helpful

Except for Tom

I'm not even going to rhyme this poem

Because Tom would probably say, 

"You didn't do it with a smile." 

Or

"It offends the customers." 

Tom, my boss' boss

Even Tom's boss went to me and said

That he didn't like Tom either

Tom goes 'undercover' 

He sends his wife to spy on us

He has video surveillance in his own house

What the fuck, Tom

Do you have nothing better to do than creep

On teenagers

Just trying to get to college? 

Literally, no one likes you 

This is a movie theater

Not boot camp

I quit my job, partially because of Tom

Because he is creepy

This poem goes out to all my coworkers

And my bosses

And people who have to deal with Tom's complaining

God

We all hate him so much