Bored At Work So Why Not Smirk!

So poor Pat is oh so bored and the cat has to make up for that by picking at the work horde. This should be an interesting run. For plenty of strange beings seem to be found under the work sun.

There is the gossip hound.
I'd rather a dog be found.
As they just yap away,
Making up crap all damn day.

Next comes the lazy one,
Who thinks sitting one their ass is fun.
Pushing more on everyone else around,
Lucky if they'd ever make a sound.

Of course the loud crow.
Who always has to bellow.
Or be like old one eye and whine.
They too annoy the feline.

The know it all as well.
They are annoying as hell.
Always having done this and that.
Should get crushed flat.

The one always telling you,
Like you have no clue,
How to do your work.
Those idiots are not a perk.

The backstabber is there.
Those aren't really rare.
Ready to strike,
And run you down twice with a bike.

The ass kisser is everywhere.
Those are even less rare.
"Oh it wasn't me.
I pucker up, can't you see?"

The one with no clue,
That they smell like a sewer rat crew.
With germs galore.
Enough to open their own store.

Those that take and take some more.
Like some greedy god of lore.
Then you get to take a hike,
Once more being run over by a bike.

Then idiots who put nothing back,
I really really want to whack.
Give them a kick to the head,
For causing such dread.

And I know there are more but they all surely bore. They also annoy the cat and I don't even have to work like Pat. Such fun to pick on the working class that work even less than my little rhyming ass.

Experience spring, have a fling.