He looks around the office with his nose up in the air,

A condescending smile upon his face,

Convinced in his opinion that he is the smartest there,

And that all the rest are just a waste of space.

 

His desk is very tidy with his pens all neatly spaced,

With papers geometrically aligned;

When talking on the phone he’s always formal and straight-laced,

So his dignity is never undermined.

 

He comes in every morning, never early, never late,

His lunch-break on the dot of twelve o’clock,

And work is always finished by his designated date,

His demeanour is as steady as a rock.

 

There’s never time for chit-chat cos he’s far too much to do

To waste his time with us mere common folks;

He’d probably take umbrage and berate us if he knew

That he’d become the butt of many jokes.

 

He hasn’t got a hobby, lives his life adagio,

To a tediously predetermined plan,

Cos life has passed him by although he doesn’t even know,

The original inconsequential man.