He's a manager.
He has people who obey him.
He puts the penalties.
He has people who loathe him.
He gives four screams
and the factory shivers.
He sets the jobs.
He has people who suffers them.
He looks for who serve.
To more than one he ordered the sacking.
He says to his boss
"I don't want guys like that one"
The day they fail him,
he gets desperated and crazy.
He yells at them "What is this,
a workshop or a kermesse?"
He's an employee too.
When he remembers it he gets sad.
He's a subordinate.
He has people who hinder him.
He's a manager.
A manager until he gets better.
He's a manager.
and the look is on his side.
He works willingly.
How good if the chief knew it.
He dreams to become a boss.
He asks his wife to pray.
He who always fought
for the production to come out well,
he of many wealth
thinks that some belongs to him.
He's a manager.
A manager though he doesn't look like it.
He serves to be a boss
If the chief could recognize it.
He asks to his mirror,
he begs it, to confess him
the destiny, the luck,
the future that he deserves.
The mirror says
that if it was who choses,
it would put him
in front for him to direct.
He's a manager.
He has people who obey him.
He puts the penalties.
He has people who loathe him.
He gives four screams
and the factory shivers.
The boss gives one
and he gets red, of shame.