Written using the details the poster gave us
DECISION TIME
Work was great, a happy horde,
the other staff thought so too.
But then a new face came aboard,
and followed me into the loo.
She overstepped that invisible line,
the one that makes life good.
She acted as though she was so benign,
yet talked of sex whilst showing wood.
She treated us poorly in her fantasy,
ignored the uneasy interaction,
whilst she overstepped so absently.
(Only Mumsnet brought distraction.)
Then she threw an epic strop,
screwed the mainframe at the office.
So, we all sloped off to the shop,
as all locked out by the Apophis.
The woman seems to be Teflon coated,
the boss oblivious to the unrest.
The woman’s self-image so overly bloated,
the rest of us so bloody stressed.
We have to put up with all this shit,
we dare not voice our growing dissent,
and so, our teeth we’re forced to grit,
our freedoms lost without consent.
Our boundaries have been obliterated,
our feelings given not a thought.
Our toilet trips are now dictated,
by an edict the boss has brought.
We have been admonished, in front of all,
for our bad behaviour in these matters,
because the boss is so in thrall,
whilst our mental health is in tatters.
All of us are being bullied,
by this woman, and our boss.
If we speak out, we will be sullied,
not that the woman gives a toss.
We have been forced into silence,
so as not to be labelled a transphobe,
scared of if this ramps up to violence,
we’ve had to have the patience of Job.
It’s not the fact this woman’s a man
that has us all in pieces.
It’s the fact that since she began
we’ve been treated worse than faeces.
So now I have a choice,
do I stay or do I go?
Do I speak out and be the voice,
or jump ship for better dough?
Boiledbeetle 14th July 2023