Thanks

You’ve moved everything from here to there,
My ideas you have heaved,
You have systematically undermined,
Everything that I achieved.
People look over their shoulders,
Their positions vexed,
Nothing that they’ve valued is sacred,
The fear what you’ll do next.
Your slow poison has silently slid,
Into every nook and crack,
I won’t recognise any operation,
When I soon come back.
So, enjoy your time in the sun,
And listen as people shout,
“Thanks for nothing, now don’t let
The gate hit you on the way out.”