I worked with a guy, let's call him Steve
who had one of these Napoleon
complexes.
He was six inches shorter than me
and was full speed ahead
with his chest out
like the cock
of the walk and he'd fly
off the handle at every imagined slight
but not all his bluster
can be explained using height, the coke
had something to do with it
and I wasn't crazy about that job
but I still got it
along with my own ways to cope.
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